[P] When The Bunnies Go Dancing

Varda was quick to arrive. Regulus watched her pale form cross below, shifting to give her room on the ledge before she came to greet him. "Hello, Varda. How're you today?" He answered easily, grinning. Much like his mother, he was casual, if respectful, to the rest of the pack. Settling his haunches more firmly against the stony ledge, he flicked his heavily furred tail to wrap about his haunches and cover his large paws as she made her guess.

"Yeah. I figured it's about time we got started on that. I've been thinking, and mother told me about her discussion with you. I'm thinking, start with tracking something relatively easy, then work up from that. Along with that, Forest and Plains Craft ought to be part of the tutoring. Y'know, the practice of walking silently through terrain and listening to what the wind has to say, and smelling what news it has on it." It was how his grandmother had described it. He liked the way it flowed.

His fathomless sapphires turned to meet Varda's mismatched eyes as he grinned. "I'd like my littlest sister to get to attend Celestial's first big pack hunt."