Dawnlark Plains There's no seduction, only destruction

Though he was no hunting savant, the young man had picked up a thing here or there back at innisfree, having had lessons with some of the elder hunters when he had begun to come of age. Had he stayed, he would've been expected to start an apprenticeship with one of them, but such things were nonesensical to spend too much time pondering over now- the boy was happy where he was. Nonetheless, the few lessons he had managed to participate him aided Dante now. He had been a sorely lousy fisherman, much to the amusement of his family and peers, but seafoul, yeah. Dante could do birds. He'd found himself envigorated by the thrill of leaping after them, though the inevitable feathers that caught on his lips and in his mouth had never been a great joy. He was surely rusty now, not having had been on a real, proper hunt in a while, but he could recall the excitement clearly.

It was that same thrill that propelled Dante forward at the word of his partner, creeping carefully but quickly forwards as he tried to keep track of the trail. Annoyance gripped at him as the trail began to fade and get a bit muddled the further he went on, and the young man thought perhaps it was the fault of the snow. Damn...it's been a while. Figure it's gotta continue on but it's just...it's a bit faded, he snuffled a bit more, frustration tugging at him. The boy huffed a loud sigh, his thoughts getting more entangled as he grew more agitated, displeasure fizzling in him and clouding his mind until he could no longer focus enough to get a clear idea of where it led. Damn it, he hissed, irritation coloring his quiet voice as he stopped altogether, closing his eyes and stilling. Gods, if he could just be useful now for one second. Seelie had done so much for him already, surely the boy should be able to focus enough to just get some bloody food for them.