Félicien was glad that Herne was definitely feeling better. The willingness to hunt to hunt was a good sign for certain, and the young man would chuckle softly. He had no problem in taking the lead of this hunt as he once might have. His confidence had risen since Frith spoke to him, granting his promotion. His idea of a hunting practice was uncertain, but he hoped that it would be a decent enough routine that could get some of the less experienced hunters some pointers before they went after some big game together. He hoped to see Frost there... It was his responsibility now to gauge if she belonged in Threar.
The golden male would take the lead, walking onward. Herne was hopefully falling into place by his side, and Félicien would get an idea. “How experienced would you say you are with hunting, Herne?” Perhaps this could turn into a one on one hunting lesson with his cousin if the other wanted. It would definitely be a nice refresher for himself as well.
