Wapun Meadow Sweet Melody

Listening as she spoke, Frederick peered into a sapphire gaze, ears perked as he remained seated, looking quite comfortable, clearly. It's a hobby, he replied, feeding what he was hearing back to her. That's good. You've got something to keep you busy. Frederick stood up, then. Looking north, he wondered what Lestan was up to right now. Then, he looked back down at the smaller woman.

Do you need any help? He volunteered, knowing that he would probably be on his way soon. Whether she needed his help to remove the pelt, or to carry it back to the valley, Frederick would be willing to do whatever was necessary, wanting to stick around a little while longer before he ultimately had to leave. Anything. Whatever you ask of me--I can do. His tone was confident, his face friendly, yet serious.