Tor blinked at his mother's words. A secret? What was she...
But she was already off, bounding playfully away, and for a moment he could only stare after her with his head cocked to the side. Was this... playing? Or training? The tip of his tongue inched out in indecision, but he launched himself after her regardless. He was young, but very leggy and his stride ate up the distance between them swiftly, the tip of his tongue still caught between his teeth in an expression of serious concentration as he followed close behind his mother's footsteps. He probably could have caught her if he really tried, but he chose instead to just give chase through the plains as his mother pranced along before him.
Perhaps she really was feeling better, despite the odd scent she carried, because she hadn't seemed this light and playful in a long time. He didn't want to spoil it by ending the game early.
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This character is equally proficient in both English and Irish Gaelic