A hunt? The boy was intrigued. He knew that his uncle Allen was supposed to be holding mandatory training for the pera and paluni soon, but he would make due with this hunt in the meantime. It surprised him though how young the caller sounded. Was another yearling the one holding the hunt? How strange! But would that stop the energetic boy? No! No, and no again! He would race towards the hunt in a bound of energy hoping to catch sight of Starling there.
But there was no such luck. The brother who had tended to his ankle was nowhere in sight, and the boy would let out a soft huff of sadness. He'd see his father and uncle standing there and bustled up to them both, giving an loving nuzzle to both the pale and calico man. "Heya guys! I hope I'm not too late to the party this time!"
