Deepwood Weald Little weasels with tails of white

Heph grinned at the compliment, she quite enjoyed hunting with Rodyn whether they were more cooperative or simply shared in the hunting grounds. She slung the ermine down, careful not to let their pelts become too crushed at the motion and let her smile speak for how she felt about his company "Thank you as well, it's always a pleasure." She sat and shifted a bit, curious after him and how the first snowfall had treated him. "How have you been? Wrestled the sun yet? Collected everything?" There was a slight teasing tone to her voice, but she did hope that he fared well in his journey to prove himself, seeing as she thought him a capable hunter and wolf in general.

She watched the snow fall and her smile softened. It was about time to head off, and she was excited. Although it was in a way bittersweet, if Rodyn settled within his pack's borders for the winter and Dreven and Atka did not travel then she would have to wait until her journey took her back to see them. But she wanted to see if the ocean would freeze over, it was water after all, and the mountain she had spotted to the north but had not chanced to climb. Perhaps more if it revealed itself to her.