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He'd liked busying himself with mapping the underbrush of the Keep, almost as he'd started to back in the Hollow as a tiny pup, so running across the flowers seemed secondhand when he was creeping around after small prey. He wondered, though, as he tracked on and realized something that had been idly on his mind. Since he wasn't exactly upholding the speediest of paces to get them where they went, he thought to ask. "This is probably gonna seem like a weird question," the Ostrega prefaced with, and glanced over his shoulder to his father. It was out of nowhere. He understood. "How did you know you wanted to be a hunter?" he asked, trying to place his appropriate emphasis to get his point across, even as he stepped over a root on the trail. Sometimes he felt like his skills were just about where they were supposed to be for any wolf who wanted to feed themselves. Yet, others, beneath the glow of others' praise, he wondered if he was just thinking too much into it.