Aunt and nephew would continue along in this manner, one educating the other as they travelled near the borders. Her own senses too were at work, though far less obvious in their actions than the nose of Bacchus almost touching the floor. Hopefully he was looking where he was going as well, the last thing she wanted was for the boy to pick a fight with a tree.
He would look up though with another question for her to answer. Honestly she wasn't sure what was a typical age for them to start hunting. She couldn't recall when her first hunting sessions had begun now, nor whether she had started them early late or at a regular time. "That one is a question for your mothers." She responded. Surely Athena would want to be present to take them on their first hunt, whilst she had apparently brought Bacchus along to his first patrol it was slightly different she thought.
