A tad too early, Mr. Frost.

Strelein von Rosnete · 11-01-2011, 03:25 PM

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Strel was starting to forget which of the Catori/Haskel children had been born with Leroy as the father, but these youths had none of the man's husky traits, which meant that they were born of the King and his mate. It was Amaranth that was Leroy's daughter, that much he remembered. Who was the other one? It was a son, he knew, but he could barely remember the name. But these were the King's sons. Regardless, the redheaded man gave them a smile. He would not admit it, but he did almost let out a sigh of relief. Bad news was news he did not want. No news was good news.

"It's getting chilly out," he said in response, felt the coldness through the window. It had been coated in light ice crystals that melted once the sun peeked over the trees. "And low on food? I haven't checked lately," he added, rubbing at the back of his neck as he fumbled to remember when it was he had gone. But if they were low on food, it was high time that they went and did it. "I think you two may be onto something. We're going to need to get more meat in that cellar before the herds move and meat becomes scarce." It would have to be a smaller hunt, with just the three of them, and one a younger wolf. "But maybe we ought to focus on small prey?"

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