Wapun Meadow oh aberdeen, you've been calling to me

ancelin considered this for a moment, then took a leap of faith on this, fighting against the harsh bite of suspicion and mistrust always roiling in his gut. "mine are pretty young, born the end of summer. never saw their mom. they're learning to make their way."
he almost asked if it was hard to let them go, but akavir was moving on. the boy gave an affirmative nod, agreeing to let the creek know. he rolled his shoulders, intrigued by the thought of this hunt. "count us in to help if you see him first," ancelin offered with a wry little twist to his mouth.