Silver Creek The Hunting Grounds

Kevalin grew restless as the gathering grew. They were severely outnumbered, but he found the company in front of him not unpleasant. He couldn't hold back a snicker when Vidaar challenged the gathering pack, but felt responsible as his self appointed babysitter. So he nudged him back, whispering. Friends, Vidaar.

Then he moved forward to add to their conversation before the child could retaliate. Tough to bite into. He imagined it'd be similar to trying to bite into a tree, but had only heard stories himself. His adrenaline was starting to build at the challenge nonetheless.

He glanced towards the woman that had spoken of the children, Arlette, she was called. She had a strikingly similar appearance to Vaska and he caught the smile she threw Vaska's way. He was thankful the child had the opportunity to see that he was not alone in his appearance, and he hoped today's hunt was successful so the child had more opportunities to see the woman.