Ravensblood Forest I can fly too

Vale pondered hunting with just Asara, and he sighed slightly, fidgeting as he said, "Well... I dunno, we should at least ask mom and dad if it's okay." He frowned, thinking, and he said slowly, "Maybe... if we tell them exactly where we're hunting... and we promise to not wander... and we go together, then maybe they'll let us." Vale sighed again, frowning deeper. "But, we can't just do what we want, Asara, it's dangerous. We aren't strong enough to defend ourselves if a trespasser gets in and finds us." His parents had made the dangers plain to him.

Then, he smiled. "If they say yes, then we can go hunting whenever you want. Maybe if they say no, we can convince Noir to stay nearby. They'll have to say yes, then." Vale happily took the wing offered to him, and he dug in. He found he didn't quite like the feathers, so he started to rip them out, spitting them on the ground. "Not much meat on birds," he noted with a snicker.