Northstar Vale it's a thin line 'tween heaven and here

Mother's call pulled him away from his daydreaming, though hunting was still on his mind. For a moment, he worried that something had happened to her, stained in red. But the smell was nothing like the blood he had tasted, and he knew nothing had hurt her.

Go hunt? he asked. It was rare for him to speak, though he did offer a few words here and there when it benefitted him. It was not that he could not speak, it was merely that Sylianos was often the only other creature he wanted to speak to. In this case, requesting to go on a hunt might actually get him that thing.