thanks for starting. <3
The three of them would have made a good rescue team or search party. He and his siblings could easily cover ground, and, if they had ever wanted to put their minds to it, could have easily tracked down and rescued any lost and forlorn soul who needed the help. Of course, the trio were a bit too stubborn for that sort of work, so instead they used their scouting skills for hunting. They had a focus, an inspiration for their running. The beast with the turquoise eyes was their elder, but Heath and Miriette hardly needed him any more than they needed each other. They were triplets. Gratien might have needed them. Gratien, Aurélie, even stubborn old Tom (or what could be remembered of him) were the reasons the three split up for days on end. Gaël had his moments where he wished they didn't have to.
He'd been moving rather swiftly, cautious of clouding skies and unwilling to be left in a sudden downpour whenever it decided to give in. A nearby, startling snap nearby froze him in his steps; for a moment Gaël feared lightning, but wandering eyes proved otherwise. He wasn't particularly surprised to see his brother--the litter's youngest--goofing off. Such behavior summarized Heath rather easily, and Gaël enjoyed the balance of demeanor and personality between he and his siblings. He often wondered how Gratien might've turned out... like their mother, probably. He would have been the baby. "Heath," he chuckled, stepping nonchalantly closer to his jovial little brother. "Fais-tu rien? Je te vois seulement quand tu fais l'imbécile." A grin. "As-tu vu Miriette?"