Northstar Vale love is terror

that's perfectly fine! thank you for joining!

the sound of a voice: unrecognized, floats upon the wind to hakon's ears. his steps hesitate, drawing to a stop as he peers over his shoulder. the other youth is draped in a pelage of ruddy browns, reminding him of a few birds' plummage he's glimpsed when he's allowed outside the den. it's rare he's outside of his mother's watchful eye but with her paws full of his siblings, hakon takes the risk this morning.

yes. hakon replies simply; though a small frown tugs at the edges of his lips as he peers skyward to the overcast, drab sky.