Morningside Cuesta morning glory

Ah, there he went. Frederick watched as he finally caught the hare, giving a soft, prideful nod that the oaken man likely wouldn've seen. He watched as Lestan trotted back towards him, the small game dangling from his muzzle.

Then, he was addressed with a question. I wanted to come out hunting, Frederick replied. I figured since you were out, maybe you were hunting, too. The man looked down at the rabbit, gesturing to it. He smiled when he spoke next: Turns out I was right. His words, accompanied by a grin.

He scented the air, then. Pink nose pointed upwards, taking in the smells of the cuesta. He hoped for deer. Something he could bring back to the creek. Partly to prove himself, and partly to make sure that everyone had something to snack on.

Let me know if you find any deer. He hummed, taking a few steps in search for more scents. His tail swayed, beckoning, almost.