Heather had just about finished going around the borders. Making sure the scents were fresh, occasionally stopping by the Dragoste border to look over there. What was on her mind really was a sort of tranquil darkness. It made her head fuzzy all the time during this time of year. Her heat wasn't as bad as some others, but she did feel dreary that was for sure. Regardless on her agenda was a chat, she'd been wanting to talk to Jackson for a while. He was family right? Along with Fiori's head hunter, it wasn't as if she could just pass him by. It did however, feel a little bit rude to just go and call him. It wasn't really that urgent, so the female found herself sniffing around for the orange hued male. Her ears alert as she did try to center her thoughts about what she should say. About the celebration, or even any questions that she might be asking that could turn insensitive one way or another. "Talk"

He had been busy since the meeting. Hearing Heather mention a celebration made him put his efforts into full force to make sure things were prepared for it. Even though he was unsure of all the plans he was still trying to prepare appropriately. He wished he could get a hunt together, maybe he should make the next one mandatory, which he would have to discuss it with Heather to be sure she was ok with that. He did not want to overstep his boundaries with his rank and he was unsure how different Heather's views would be verses his Uncle's. He thought it would be fine, but he felt it would be better to check with her first. He was just coming back from a successful hunt outside of the pack lands. This kill was much different, one that you didn't get to often. It was an injured doe, broken leg to be exact. It was heavily crippling and led him to the perfect chance to take her. He took her down and was now dragging his kill back to the pack. Though he was a large male the drag from where he killed her had been a distance and he was wearing down as he hit the border of the pack. He headed towards the falls where he had found a great spot behind the falls to store his kills. It was a small cave and was cool enough to slow down the decay of his carcass'. Though before he could reach the falls his path crossed with Heather's, she was up ahead of him sniffing around on the ground. His tail wagged as he let go of his kill and huffed, taking in a breath so he could prevent himself from beginning to pant. He let out a deep bark letting her know of his presence, if she hadn't heard him already. "Hey Heather!" he greeted, his tail still wagging and a smile on his face. "Talk" & 'Think"

Right when she was looking for him. He appeared in front of her, she smiled and raised her head. He was happy enough to greet her so in turn it did do well to pick up her mood. "Jackson! I was looking for you." Heather kept her smile on her face. Though she did feel herself getting a bit nervous. She didn't know the man that well despite that he was her cousin. Not to change the fact with Razor's death she can only think about how it affected Jackson. Alfred had been in love with Raor but Jackson was Razor's brother after all. "I did want to speak to you about a hunt for the celebration, but also to get to know you a little bit. You are the lead hunter after all." Her tail shifted off to the side. She looked away for a second, was she doing this right? Regardless, she smiled and looked to Jackson. At least he seemed eager, she thought she could get along with him great. "Talk"