Northstar Vale Can't Make Somebody Love Somebody

Reyson dipped his muzzle down. Good morning. His voice still rough from sleep and morning air. He shifted and moved away from the youth. Shaking the water from his fur.

Then he nodded. Very well. he didn't like how informally the boy spoke, but he was not his child and he had no right to demand anything of him. And frankly put. Reyson was just sort of prickly today. So he'd ignore it for now, hoping that it was just bad mood that lay heavy upon him.

A hunt wouldn't go amiss and he'd enjoy it. So he motioned for the boy to lead the way. He wanted a hunt, then he would lead. Perhaps Reyson could help teach him something if he needed it.