Lift Me Up

Seeing her grin and hearing her chuckle made him smile and helped him shake any of that last lingering awkwardness that never failed to creep up on him when he was talking to someone else. The only wolves he had ever felt completely relaxed around were his family before now, but Vanille was proving to be very easy to talk to. He didn't really know why, but it just felt like she was easy to get along with and he was glad for that. It had been so long since he had actually tried to make friends or get to know anyone and at least Vanille made it easy. He chuckled with an understanding when she mentioned how there hadn't really been anything exciting for her to report, looking back down at his paws for a moment to make sure he was still tying on the weights properly. At least there wasn't anything bad to mention, unless she was just doing a good job of hiding it.

When she turned the question back toward him, he glanced up at her again with a little grin, giving her a small shrug before looking back down at his work. "Nah, not really... Hunting with you the other day was kind of the most fun I've had in a while. It's been pretty boring just hanging around with my mom and sister otherwise," he told her with a little moment of sincerity. He had thought about the afternoon he spent hunting with her a lot since that day partially because it was one of the best days he had since his father's death and partially because he had felt the most like himself that he had in quite awhile. Plus, Vanille was just nice to be around and good hunting partner.

With the weights anchored to each corner and her mending completed, she requested for him to pull on one side while she pulled on the other and he nodded dutifully, walking around to his assigned side to do just that. He was careful not to tear through the net with his saber teeth in the process, gripping it delicately until he was sure he had successfully fed the long teeth through a couple of the holes in the net. He liked all the things he inherited from his family like the these teeth that he shared with his grandfather and uncle, but it did sometimes feel like he was working around them more often than he was making use of them. He gave it a firm tug, letting her test out the knots for a bit to make sure they were good to go.

"Arcturus Fatalis"