A call from her father for a hunt brought Rivin to the beach with her wolverine companion, Feng in tow. The red streaked she wolf would find her father there, as well as Gilgamesh’s son Tarnish. She’d give a small nod to the kid and then let her green gaze flick over to Ignis. She would arch a brow, curious as to what creature her father had found near the beach. This wasn’t exactly prime hunting grounds for most mammals. Sea life, sure, but… “So,” She hummed. “What sort of target are we looking at?” Hunting as a group wasn’t really something she did, but hey, there was a first time for everything, right? Hunting bigger prey meant more food for everyone. And with pups and Modesty being sick… they could use all the prey they could get to feed everyone. She stretched in the sand, ready to begin once her father gave the word.
"Speech,"'Thought.'
Mental health (particularly depression and anxiety) is extremely bad. Currently unable to handle IC conflict or conflict between characters, pack related or individual. I am struggling to post even simple things and will not be able to continue with thread if approached. Sorry for the inconvenience but I just can't right now.
Rivin has two companions - a bobcat and a wolverine. Unless otherwise mentioned IC, assume that they are close by.
