Moonsong Glacier mama cuts like a man-of-war

‘Mac gave a soft laugh, grinning as he reminisced of easier days when his biggest problem was incurring the ire of his temperamental sister.

“Yeah, they sure can be. But trust me,” he added with a tone of wistfulness, “You’ll miss ‘em if they’re gone…”

He tilted his head and listened as the other man spoke of his own aspirations to learn to hunt seals. Intriguing.

“I’ve heard of seals, but never seen one myself. My Da described ‘em as sort of… sea wolves, only fatter and with fins like a fish instead of legs. Hard to imagine such a thing, really,” Sumac stated, staring off into the distance.

Of course, ‘Mac remained innocently oblivious to the presumption that Dutch held that he was his mother’s new consort. As such, he took the question at face value, lifting one paw to rub his chin thoughtfully.

“Well, ‘been a scout most my life. I have a good nose, pair of eyes, and set of ears, Da always said. Not too poorly of a hunter, it seems. Folks tell me I’m a good friend, so I guess I’ll have to trust ‘em on that. Oh, and I can hold a tune,” he added with smiling eyes. 

“What about you? What do you enjoy?”