Ravensblood Forest First Hunt

Vale thought about his father's question, a frown forming on his muzzle; he knew he was too young to hunt large prey, so he thought smaller. He had grown up sleeping on hare pelts, crafted into a bedding for him and his siblings by Noir, and he thought of hares now. "Hares! Or... I guess rabbits would be good, too." He grinned at his father, tail wagging.