These squirrals ain't gona cook themselves

 


Walk | Talk | Think

Her attention turned immediately back to her brother with a wide grin as he said her name and promptly began addressing the group as a whole. This meant everything was starting, surely, and Gale's tail wagged just slightly in excitement. Hunting. It was not necessarily her favorite thing to do, but it was definitely something she felt she had an edge at. With her quick legs, swift as the wind for which she was named, she was an excellent sprinter and was made for running things down. Though she was still not entirely sure what Glacier had planned, she was still eager if it meant she got to run somewhere along the way.

His plan, which he went on to explain, was to break up into two separate groups to search for prey, and though it was not necessarily the fun part the lavender marked sister was perfectly fine with it. Since she did not care one way or another for how they went about their hunt, she held her tongue, glancing about with raised brows at the rest of her siblings and the two that Glacier had welcomed among them. Her brother's Sunshine piped up with her preference, and Gale offered a warm expression of encouragement. "I'd be okay with that," she remarked in agreement, nodding her head once just for emphasis. Just a little she shifted her weight between her forepaws, already ready to begin.