The beginning after the end

Veigar nodded enthusiastically at Áskell's words. So all they had to do was hide and be quiet for a bit, and hope one of the groundhogs might come out soon. He crouched down alongside his new friend in the underbrush, keeping the same readied posture so he could spring forward if need be. He wasn't sure exactly how they'd get the groundhog but he had to hope that being sharp and fast would be enough to gain an edge on their prey. "Yeah, hopefully!" He agreed, sounding optimistic at the thought. He wasn't sure how patient he could be if they ended up waiting for ages but he'd give it his best effort. His thoughts were deterred by Áskell's question. What did he like to do? Veigar shrugged a little, finding himself at a loss for words. "I think I like to hunt, yeah, I like to run and play too. We could race sometime," he suggested with a grin. "I'd like to learn to fight too. Have you ever fought before?"