Blacktail Deer Plateau Saying Hello

Kieran smiled, thinking about his mother and her beliefs. She had always strongly believed in Gods, and although he couldn't say he felt as strongly about it as she did, he had always been open to the idea. It was really interesting to him, even if it turned out there wasn't such thing as a God. His mother had always been religious - more so than his father. He missed her talking about them, the beings, the Gods. Her voice had been so comforting and warm, and he felt at home when she spoke French. It was always something he liked.

The hunter turned his head slightly to glance at Pema, offering his translation of the French phrase. "Love doesn’t mean gazing at each other, but looking, together, in the same direction." Perhaps not the kind of love you might first think of (or maybe it was, even Kieran himself was slightly unsure - he just knew that he loved Hawthorn in a way that he had never loved anyone. So scarred was the boy, and yet it sparked something within Kieran. He had always wanted to help him, see him smile. Even just a little). "That's what it means," he added, for clarification. The phrase was one he held close to him. "We were looking in the same direction - we understood each other in a way I don't think anyone else would be able to. It was strange, how something brought us together so quickly, and so harshly, but I'm honestly quite glad it did, even if he isn't here any more." Where the boy had gone, Kieran didn't know. He hated that - it was the same with his sister's disappearance. She, just like Haw, might still be alive out there somewhere, and it frustrated him not to know. He just hoped.

The trail they had been following was strong now, much stronger, and after hearing the rustle Kieran nodded to Pema before crouching low too. "Do you want to lead this little hunt?" He didn't want to take control if Pema had an idea of how they could catch it together.