Dragoncrest Cliffs that leaves his body gaunt

not all of them is how his sister responds to his hopeful suggestion, reminding him that they have to share. ugh. sharing. silkie doesn't necessarily mind sharing but when it comes to food he's a little bit more ...unwilling. he's a growing boy, after all, and his stomach is becoming more and more like a bottomless pit. he knows sharing is the right thing to do and is aware that kiwi's probably going to make him share regardless. for a moment silkie wonders just how many rabbits she plans on the two of them catching in one trip but her confidence is infectious ...and he's been getting a lot better at catching things. granted, nothing as big as a rabbit ( yet ) but still, improvement was improvement. she sniffs the same spot he did and for a moment silkie offers his sister a deadpan sort of look, an exasperated sort of 'my nose isn't broken y'know' look but sobers up quickly when she looks back up, exclaims they should try a new spot and takes off.

silkie trots after her, face set in deep contemplation. "kiiiiwiiii," he whispers to her, drawing out her name when he finally catches up to her. "maybe we should be quieter." he offers the suggestion. something in silkie tells him that since they're stalking and weren't chasing something that happened upon them that maybe causing all the noise they were was bound to startle their prey. 'course, he's no expert; he's just piecing together what he's learned on his own and what his hunter's instincts are telling him.