It seemed that Frith would also, in a sense, encourage Aslan to lead the hunt. Félicien was truthfully a bit relieved it was not him he was leading the hunt. While he liked to hunt, the young man lacked the confidence to lead. He was so afraid of messing up and making errors, of being a disappoint to those who would depend on him. So truthfully he didn’t envy Aslan’s position right now. Though it also made him feel guilty that, while he was outgoing, there were still some things that even he had fears of. The young man didn’t realize he just needed a few helpful nudges in the right direction to gain that confidence he needed to be all he could for the pack.
Aslan would assign the task of being a runner to him and his twin, and the boy would glance at his mirror image with a small smirk. “Sure thing Aslan. We’ve got this, right Sorrel?” Though inwardly his heart was pounding. What if he screwed up? What if he ruined the hunt for everyone? He’d glance to the others then. “If it’s cool with you, Aslan, I’m going to go ahead and go look for this herd of goats.” He didn’t mean to try and steal the spotlight from his cousin, but the golden male was eager to get started.
Paws would lead him away, the excitement and anxiety dancing together in his stomach. Each pawstep was light as he went towards the falls, nose to the air. It didn’t take too long to find them thanks to Frith’s tip. There were some near the water, getting drinks and cooling down from the summer heat. His bi-colored gaze would scan the herd, searching for potential prey options to suggest. He would lower his gaze after a moment though, doubt once more popping into his mind. What if he really did fail? What if... What if... He let out a small growl to himself, shaking his head. He couldn’t think like that. The others would catch up before long and Aslan would tell them who the prime target was... Yeah... Let him handle that.
