Hael's ears perked as Mom spoke again. Uncle Triell, a Guardian? That was great! He beamed at his uncle, tail thumping against the ground beside him excitedly. Hael didn't know who the others were, besides Ice of course, but he took note only briefly of those from whom he was supposed to start learning. Healing? Bleh, boring! But Hael kept his mouth shut, watching as, one by one, the wolves began to leave. As Kisla settled down beside him, he listened to his mother's question, a mischievous grin spreading across his masked, mud-coated features. "Hunting," he responded simply. "For woooorms!" The last word was meant to be spooky, and he wriggled his nose into his sister's side, hoping she was squeamish enough to be grossed out. After all, she was a girl, and of course girls hated worms.</blockquote>
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