Crash Upon The Rocks

Perhaps his indentured servitude he could find a way to take advantage of his situation. Getting to know Winterfell's wolves, learning from them, and learning who they feared and who they were allied with... already the gears of his mind were working, trying to concoct some kind of way to throw a cog somewhere in their midst and watch the chaos unfold. It was just a matter of what precisely he learned, and what he'd do with that information. He wondered briefly what this Aurielle of Valhalla thought of Winterfell, if she recognized his scent at all. But he wasn't about to ask either; he had a feeling it didn't matter all that much to him anyway.

But.. a hunt? Now that was something he could get behind. "Might as well," Kai replied, shrugging out his wide shoulders as he moved to a position that suggested he was glad to leave the cove behind. No longer quite as wary of her companion, he decided the feline would likely be a good aid in a hunt, depending on what exactly they tracked down. "You never told me why you were knee-deep in freezing sea water, by the way," he offered conversationally. He didn't care that much if she didn't want to tell him, but the way she'd evaded his probing earlier made him pretty sure she hadn't just been going for a dip in the ocean just for fun.