Dawnlark Plains There's no seduction, only destruction

Dante had visited the plains once before, had stumbled upon a woman cloaked in dusty greys crooning sweet music that had carried to his ears where the wolf had been exploring. He wondered idly if she had achieved her mission, had finally gotten some closure perhaps. Now, Dante was exploring the plains once again with another silver songbird astride him, but he had a bit of a mission of his own this time. 

He trotted lightly to catch up to the woman as she adressed him, pulling his nose away from where it had been pressed to the ground inspecting the snow. He'd had a bit of trouble concentrating on the task at hand, distracted by the little white flakes' presence where they layed, sparse upon the grass. Snow wasn't something Dante had seen much of back home. Along the shores, they'd have snow once or twice every winter season, and Dante always managed to find time to celebrate it. However he carried more responsibilities now, what with a pack of faeries to feed and all, so he'd find a way to ignore the snow (distracting as it may have been). 

I suppose we could, yeah? There's gotta be something around here somewhere, with that, he plotted along, nose against the terrain as he sought out a trace of something. The boy managed to get a fair few steps in before something sharp and gamey caught his attention, his head quickly shifting left as he inspected it more closely. The boy's head lifted as he turned to face his companion, eyes bright with excitement. Think 'v got something... he inhaled deeply once more, his brow furrowing with his focus. S'gotta be like a...duck? It's a bird, I'm sure. Just not sure what kinda birds they've around here, he turned back to the woman once again, cocking his head a bit as he awaited her input.