Deepwood Weald Little weasels with tails of white

Rodyn enjoyed hunting. Enjoyed the feel of the ground. Winter was coming, but it didn't feel bad, as of yet.

Rodyn gave a soft smile. Let's

He followed behind her, nose to the ground. Heph seemed to find it pretty quickly. Her boy was low in hunter's crouch. He chuffed and snorted and then quickly moved into action. There was a movement in his peripheal and he had two snapped up and shaken. Dripping from his maw, he grinned and threw them over his shoulder.

He would see if Heph would have as much luck.

No worries darling <3

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