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Mathieu laughed at Mal's response and shifted into a more comfortable position. Looks good, he sighed, gaze drifting to the blanket of snow beneath them. As the Alpha began to speak, he pawed at the powder and admired how it sat atop his paw-pads.

Hm? A question had been asked, but Matty had only caught the tail end. Lucky for him, that was the important part. Not really sure yet, he replied. Grandfather had taught him the basics of the business, but most of his knowledge was useless away from home. 

There was a way to turn this around so that he didn't sound completely useless.. right? I'm a pretty fast-learner, though. It had always been his secret weapon, of sorts. What do you need?