Qeya River Happy as a lark

some hunting, kivaluk replies with a lazy stretch upon the river's banks, letting the sunshine both warm and dry his fur. mostly small animals. he admits with a small roll of his shoulders in a shrug; though he mostly attributes this to a) his father being away and b) the fact that he hadn't been old enough to participate in pack hunts with bigger prey.

i'm not sure if i'll be ready, he hesitates. but i'll certainly be ready to learn. in the meantime, he would continue on working on honing his skills.