Whitefish River But it wasn't for me.

He smiled at her comment, a faux pride (more like full of himself) one at that as honestly, he didn't think much of it and only acted in such a way to humor the once Queen. Yes, but you're better at telling how old or new the trail is. He had to comment back, they all had their perks and it all simply mattered how they used their talents and abilities in the end.

Lumiya's presence was always a blessing, she slapped a smile onto his face with every word she uttered. Full of grace and playfulness, he couldn't help but have fun as they played this game of hers. The man kept low to the ground, lower and lower as she called out how close they were getting. Ears flat as he barely peeked over the grasses, similar to that of a cat hunting for prey visually. He was very much different from any other canine while hunting.

There. The word barely audible as he breaths out, the soft rustling of the grasses could be seen first by keen eyes before the antlers rose, and eventually a head as the peaceful beast chewed, unaware of the predators watching. Herd it this way and I will ambush it. Again, he was as quiet as ever... thinking with their pelt colours, it was wiser for him to lay low among the grasses, the patchwork good to break up his wolf-like pattern in the grass, while she, would be easily seen and startle the beast enough to bring it to him.