Qeya River Happy as a lark

thank you.

he is both surprised and warmed by her words; another strange round of bashfulness washing over him as she assures him that she has time for him / help him by drying out the squirrel pelt. kivaluk wasn't entirely sure what he was going to do with it but he'd figure that out when that time came. he follows after her, padding along as she leads the way; keeping pace with her easily.

he watches, facinated as she strips it and begins the process.

how long does the process normally take? he inquires; interested...though he isn't too sure he'd be doing it on his own. at least, not for a while. maybe once he mastered the hunter trade.

no, but my papa...used to fish for me but didn't get a chance to teach me. he states, a small frown borne from missing his father tugging at his lips before he collects himself. do you know how to fish, amalia? he asks, more than willing to learn something new.