Fairspell Meadow Family Ties

Tail gently swaying and patting the ground beside his paws as he sat, not bothered in the slightest by the snow. It was not snow he feared, but Winter itself. The very idea of the bitter season left his heart lurching - for it was the season in which his mother had passed, the reasons still unknown even to himself. Nobody had known, that was what made it all the more worrying. Winter, he thought with a shiver, Winter was not a good season. Coupled with that, prey was more scarce and being a hunter it was only natural for him to dislike it.

"What kind of thing - trade, maybe, do you plan to work on? If any...?" It was the thought of hunting that had driven him to inquire, a quirk of his brow signalling his curiousity. If she might be a hunter then he'd certainly be glad to have another hunting partner, or perhaps she was a counselor in the works, like himself, and they could work together in that. Or something else entirely, which would catch his interest. Despite already having chosen the trades he desired in the future, he never would pass up an opportunity to learn something new about a skill he knew very little of.