A live animal would have been better for the girl, but she did not disappoint him. She never did. It did not take long before she pounced at the frozen corpse hanging from his mouth. The father’s autumn shaded tail was left in peace for now, but continued to move with the satisfaction he received just by being in the presence of his young daughter. So blue eyed and sweet. Had there been a time where a rabbit’s still body could have created an explosion of excitement and play? There were so few font memories that he had brought with him from his childhood. All he remembered was pain and fear, and her. But Alexey was gone and would not return. What had made her think of her now all of a sudden?
It was not possible to deny her when she asked. The girl would be so ridiculously spoiled growing up. And the child knew how to make her parents give into her wishes. Bris and Conor knew this too, but it did not mean that they were able to resist her. Releasing the dead animal, he smiled at the Soulstorm girl, nodding. ”Of course you can. You’re a hunter like your dad, after all.” She was too young to be able to participate in a proper hunt yet. All she was likely to do was to scare away the animal before they ever managed to draw close enough to spot it. But he knew that he would make attempts anyway, if the girl wished to hunt with her parents.
”I hope it’s not too heavy for you, ‘Clipse,” he added, one edge of his mouth curling wryly with anticipation.