Lost Creek Hollow Lone ranger, Wayward son

Dakarai nodded and settled back down on his stomach, his ears perked and Alert. "No problem. Do you think i could get a name?" he asked, If the male wouldn't share his name then Dakarai would know to not share his either. He sighed as he looked around his nose sniffing at all the unfamiliar scents "I miss my forest" he murmured, but just as quickly as it had come, the sadness was gone. Curiously he looked at the male, deeper this time. Ah....he is hungry. i wonder why he hasn't caught one himself the thoughts stirred both curiosity and compassion "Usually i dont offer this, but if you would like to team up perhaps my hunting could be of assistance? Do you have any special skills?" Dakarai asked shifting so that he was facing the male.