Honeyed Pasture First we eat, then we do everything else.

Neako wasn't one for sharing his life story to each new face he'd encountered in his travels, like some did often when meeting someone new, instead the brute kept himself to himself and it seemed to have worked for him so far. The darkened male was thankful that the other did not pry any further into his personal life and merely went on to accept his offer of a helping paw, to which his ebony ears swivelled as the nameless man spoke of a herd, soon pointing out their location to the left of him. The loner's head turned, bright gaze peering in the direction they would soon be heading and Neako offered a simple nod in response, his fiery stare watching as the stranger began to lope off in the direction just mentioned and instantly, the beast's sizeable paws guided him after the ivory teen, an unkept tail thrashing behind him as the darker male jogged after the other.

Following close behind the nameless boy, Neako scented the air and glanced out across the terrain, ”So, what's the game around 'ere like - when it's not covered in snow that is?” Yes. It was small talk and as much as Neako hated it, the brute felt that the silence that lingered between them should be broken, especially since they were hunting partners now, right?