Hoshor Plains snowfall in the mountains and smoke up on the breeze

Perhaps to many, this morning was just like any other - unremarkable, routine. To Sumac, everything seemed to be starkly clear, laid bare in its true nature as the young male took in his new surroundings. He'd only recently traveled here with Easy, but the landscape was still such a dazzling display of new shapes, colors, smells, and sounds that it was impossible for his innate curiosity to not be piqued. After his initial trepidation began to mercifully wane, he found a spark of adventure kindling in his spirit.

So, it was without second thought that he enthusiastically accepted Easy's offer to join her on a morning hunt. The many packs in the area were meeting great success with their efforts, so it should stand there'd be ample opportunities to land a hearty breakfast.

Ears and nose to the wind, his senses eagerly drank in the varied notes that danced on the air. An intriguing scent flirted with his nose, and with a smirk of satisfaction worn on his dark muzzle, he turned to follow it... when his golden eyes fell upon Easy. She seemed... distracted, not her usual serene, optimistic self. Whereas he was turning toward a potential meal, she seemed to be searching for something else - but what?

'Mac's smirk fell into a frown. He was a very observant soul - which was one of the reasons Da trained him as a scout in the first place - but he was also strongly empathic, for good or ill. He could sense unease in the air. He caught her smile, but his frown remained as he loped up alongside her.

"Is everything alright?" he inquired directly, seeming suddenly much older for a moment as a concerned expression dominated his features.