Golden Glade Time to go

Sylvas blinked as he caught Eden's words, his golden eyes looking to his mate as she peered to him with a certain expression across her features. Great hunting skills? For a moment, the mercenary remained silent, golden eyes glancing between them both as he licked at his muzzle, quietly contemplating on what to say, or rather to keep his mouth shut. He knew he wasn't a master hunter or anything, but the pack needed to eat to survive, so regardless of how good his skills were in that particular trade, Sylvas knew he couldn't decline the expedition that had been bestowed upon Shalon and himself by their Queen.

Giving his head a small nod to both his wife and superior, Sylvas gradually walked out from the darkness of the den, his muscular body rippling as his pelt twitched from the warm rays of sun that now caressed his back, ”Well, I'll do what I can.” He offered a smile of sorts, tail giving a small sway behind him as he added, ”I'm ready to move out when you are, Shalon.”