Tooth and Claw

Noel's ears flickered for a moment at the question presented. "While I am not a native of these lands, I go where my nose takes me. The caribou have left their dung. They should not be too far. We were planning to hunt one down, you're welcome to join us if you so wish." The larger a hunting party the better as it was easier to bring large prey down and it would he felt still be enough to share.

The other thing they had asked had him blink. "I suppose I'm old enough to be her sire, but I am not. She is my younger sister." And one he'd only just learned of. Thus he felt honor bound to keep an eye on her. Well more than that, after all he enjoyed having family around, but he'd thought everyone had perished. How wrong he'd been. But the joy of knowing they had survived had been shadowed by the news Meep had brought. Phayte had gotten to their parents. Surge and Salian.