Here. We. Go.

While resting and panting, his stretched out legs enjoyed the rest after the workout. Watching Aslatiel skin the deer, he noticed her finesse and wondered who taught her. He assumed Sirius, but she seemed a little more particular about it. He wondered if he was over thinking it, but he couldn't help but find the girl a bit odd anyway. He knew he liked to kill things, sure, but it was a bit strange when experiencing it he realized.

At her question, he broke his gaze away from her skinning the animal and thought of the home he left so long ago. "A place much farther south than here, where it's very warm. Not a desert with the dust and sand, but it certainly doesn't snow there." There wasn't much else to say about the place, besides it was terrible anyway. "I'm glad I'm here now though, I like the way things are done here." He wanted off the subject really, but for nothing other than he didn't like talking about it. Nothing bad really happened to him there, but he'd rather forget that part of his past. He considered Aslatiel lucky to be born here, in a better world than he.