hmm yes, there is hunting happening in this seasonal

Though winter had made its way to Auster, the wind was still rather warm and balmy. Chilly weather did not often make its way this far south and being such a young pup, he had no real knowledge to compare it to anything. Rather, he enjoyed the warmth that shone down from between bamboo leaves as he lay stretched out in the middle of the communal area. His face atop a rock, eyes closed, and paws scratching the dirt every once in awhile as he fought off sleep.

Content to waste his day doing much of nothing, he was startled when the call from his father rang out. Nearly jumping from his skin, he leans up and looks around. Well, the old man isn't in the clearing. A sigh leaves him. He had to go find him? C'mon old man. Couldn't have come to me? Jiro thinks to himself as he lazily gets up onto all four paws, gives his fur a good shake, and slowly starts trudging his way to where his father's scent lingered.

Perhaps making Hattori wait longer than he should have been kept waiting wasn't the brightest idea, but it didn't actually dawn on Jiro until he stops before him and looks up at his father. The usual stale expression on Hattori's face is nothing new so if the man is annoyed at Jiro's lateness, he doesn't notice.

"You called?" Jiro asks, the least he could do is speak in his father's language which he secretly thought was pretty cool.