Moonspear It isn't very often

The familiar voice of Pie reached his ears, Hakumele turning his head to meet her. Slowing his pace to allow her to catch up, his tail waved at his hocks. I'm well, feeling much better than I was. Now if only his coat would thicken up!

How have you been, hunting well? A poke at their previous meeting. Maybe she had caught a peeker since then; he could do with a good victory story.

He shook off a shiver, resuming his comfortable pace a moment later.