Wapun Meadow Sweet Melody

A bigger meal was definitely better than those consisting of mice or voles. He nodded his head in understanding. While a rodent-on-the-road was a nice snack, there really was nothing better than a grown ungulate. However, it was what she said next that somewhat concerned him. When he was young, he remembered his brother vying for a meal of berries and fish, and it was given to him. Frederick, too, enjoyed bird every now and then when he was younger. To have no choice over what you consumed was strange to the snow-swathed goliath. He hummed.

You're resourceful, which was somewhat strange to the man, but nonetheless--A good trait to have. Your packmates will find that useful, you know. Briefly, his mind wandered back to their earlier conversation. How she'd been nervous about her new pack. He looked down to the brown pelt, fussing with the fur, though being careful as to not damage it. What are you going to use the pelt for?