Wascally Wabbit!

Eilan rapidly gorged himself, devouring first the tender organs and then the muscle and sinew of the rabbit, quickly working his way to gnawing on the bones. Ahhhh… that hit the spot! He was not an unattentive boy however, he took in the other man's, Glacier's, words. So this was Donostrea, huh? And it was ruled by a pair of brothers? So cool! Eilan wished he'd had some siblings but as far as he knew he was the only one born. A single pup. It seemed strange to him now that he thought about it. Wolves lived in packs and were born in litters. There was always someone nearby and he felt slighted that he'd been born alone.

Ears perked as Elian finished licking the gunk off his chin. Ohhhh what should he do first? "Hunting! Well…." Eilan hesitated. He desperately wanted to begin to hunt for himself but he did just eat and he could almost hear his mother's voice harping at him to digest a bit first before diving into strenuous activity. "Maybe you can show me around first and then if we find something good to hunt you can teach me about hunting then?"

"Speech"