When Birna caught his lingering glance at her toes, he promptly glanced away. Not out of embarrassment, okay maybe just a little bit. He had been taught at a young age that it was rude to stare, but he let his gaze linger because well, he was kind of jealous. How cool would it be to have toes like that? He is glad that she brings it up, explaining that she was born with the blessing. His brows raise as he looks back at them curiously. There were so many questions he wanted to ask but refrained for the moment. Surely, there would be a moment to ask them.
Letting his focus go back to the fishing line, he listens with one ear turned in her direction as she speaks. He nods and lets out a thoughtful hum at her questions. A band of felines? "Ya know tha' many cats?" Irving questions finally, his gaze slightly hopeful as he steals another glance at her. She was much larger than he so hunting with her would prove to be easier, but if they had more? They could hunt really large animals. They would have to learn, adapt, change their tactics, but he didn't see why that wasn't possible. "I ain' ever really been 'round anyone much, but I don' see why it ain't a good idea," he adds on, finally turning his focus from the line to give Birna a smile.
