Deepwood Weald Feeling warm 'til the summer was over

His dark ears turned up, his focus firm. For all her vague, half-answers, he was glad for something with a little bit of meat on its bones finally. Evidently the  had been a worthwhile enough topic and he of course came with this age-old interest sparked up by sea-myths and a faraway view. She told him about peaceful island folks, a burnt forest, and a subtle in towards her hints of who he might be sniffing out with her. Then, a sampling of what the cuisine was like. He was undaunted, and nodded. Thanks, sincerely. I will be fine then.. he grinned a bit, switching his tail as he further alluded his to own home. If easier than mountains? Absolutely.

So, your company? he began, subject shifting himself. Maybe one smells familiar to me? Do you know Arcturus? he asked, innocently enough while looking like he did--all like that dusky, roguish mark Amekaze's old clan left on these Teekon Ostregas that if she knew his uncle intimately enough to wear him, it would be awfully familiar. Still, it had been a long time and he had been a lot younger when his uncle left them. His nose was sharp but.. who knew anymore in these days. The yearling was just curious, after all, wondering what she'd say about Arcturus, if anything, to the likes of him. If somehow she didn't know him, oh well, he'd name-dropped already for whatever it was worth.