After their journey to the far south, their mother had relaxed the reins a little. No longer were the children confined to the top of the monadnock, their lessons having been learnt well while they were away. They had smelled different trails and identified rather quickly, which should be followed and which should be avoided, they had crossed streams and rivers, and learned to carefully place their steps in woods that made an awful racket if you stepped in just the wrong spot. Their mother trusted them to keep themselves out of trouble and to have enough brain cells to call for assistance if it was needed, so when Wraith came down from the top to interrupt their incessant teasing of a resident turtle, slow with the cooling weather but tucked safely in his shell, the dark boy fell in step without complaint, nor questioning if it was okay.

The boy was already scenting the air to try and catch some idea of what was on the cards today, "Hmm..." he considered the scent, "Some sorta deer? It's not familiar but it's not a meat eater..." Peachy eyes surveyed the tundra as @Kara gave her response, feet picking up a little now they had a clue. The youngsters had amused themselves with rodents and small injured prey their mother had dragged home with her, but they had yet to take part in a proper hunt. The lad's tail took up a steady wave, his excited whine already drowned out by @Wraith's laugh. "Of course." He answered without hesitation. Were there more capable children anywhere in the lore?