The Sunspire Rally for the Future

The posturing seemed almost pointless to the half-breed. When the others arrived and made their rounds he seemed to mostly ignore them. The only exceptions being when Kipling nodded toward him, an exaggerated eye-roll was returned, and the youth, Summer made his entry. A puzzled expression followed the young male for a time before others began talking.


Deer? Sure why not. He had nothing to add to the exchange, even when the offer of leading the hunt was made. This did nothing but remind the hybrid that he was ill-suited for such things. However the anticipation of taking down an animal was starting to cause a stir in the male. His tail beginning to give a gentle thump as he looked between those conversing.