Broken Antler Fen meet me on the equinox

Cathal knew to stay close, often running around the feet of his older companion. His curled tail always high, their travels had kept him in high spirits.

Accent for the most part adopted from Iseldur, he grinned up at him as he responded. How can I not be? They had never gone this far from home before.

Tail waving, his eyes focused on the lake in front of them. Rather than speaking, his answer was to bound forward.