Wapun Meadow Sweet Melody

Federick was a fine hunter, yes. Even a good combatant, should it be required. But when it came to strength, most of his advantage came from his size. Something like this--a specific, learnt skill... Well, he found it interesting. Unique. He settled himself down, tucking his paws beneath him and watching as Milan worked the pelt. He hummed when she spoke, watching almost eagerly. His tail swished and swayed behind him, and he hoped that his laser-focus and clear interest would be enough to prompt her to continue. When did you start working pelts? He murmured, intrigue shimmering behind sky-washed eyes. Curious...