The boy would stand there, calm and content as he listened to his sister’s chipper greeting back, a small smile cracking his face when he realized she didn’t know that he had been following her. He felt a sense of pride bury itself in his chest. He would listened as she asked him how his hunting skills were coming along, something that he was proud to say were coming along excellently. “I’ve been doing pretty well at it I think. I’ve been practicing my stalking! I was stalking Feli earlier, and then you just before you called.” He didn’t want to brag, but he was still pretty dang proud of himself. There was a familiar scent in the air, but it was no heavier than the rest of the familiar scents so Fate brushed it off as a border marking or something of the likes.
Fate let his smile fall into a devious grin, though not too devious to raise alarm to Varda or his father. “Is that why you called? You wanna hunt?” The boy would guess, presuming that was why she had asked about his skills in the first place. Sometimes, Fate made it a game to try and guess what other wolves were thinking, though now he had a chance to test his accuracy given the information he had been given.
