Boredom. An itching to do something. To... learn something. To gain something. It was driving her wild, and she left the firefly festival distinctly displeased, and almost nothing to show for it. The interactions there she had were rather amusing, for the most part, especially the young fire-boy, but that was about it. It was overall just... not good enough. She was bit by the do something bug, and as of yet it showed no sign of leaving her.

Ah, well, she could find something to do with her time, she supposed. This time, she headed out with her brother, and she trotted alongside her brother with a cheery grin on her face. A hunting trip with her brother - in one of the most prey-filled areas of the land right now, with it being fall and all the prey after the dropped fruit. Also... one of the more dangerous areas as well. It seemed the predators other than wolves had spiked, which was absolutely irritating beyond belief. Her hunting style made it not... too difficult, anyway, but she'd already run into other cats in trees and that in itself made unpleasant encounters. This time, she wouldn't be in trees, as the prey animals here were occasionally looking up to see if any more fruit hung after they cleaned out the bottom.

There had to at least be something here that they could take down and enjoy, and the experience itself was likely to be fun. Maybe she could experiment with some of the fruits left behind as well. She kept hearing about fruit-based drinks that made one... silly, and lose inhibitions. That certainly seemed interesting, anyway, if she could figure out how to make it. The only issue was the fact that she had paws. She really needed to convince one of the critters who could hold things to help her out.

Sighing quietly, she glanced at her brother. "So, what should we go after?" she questioned, leaving the decision up to him.

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Today was a day he'd be spending with his sister. Legion was great and all, but like her, he was itching to do something. He sniffed as he walked alongside her, the astral pair making their way to the Orchard where plenty of fallen fruit lay on the ground and likely plenty of prey eating it up. He glanced around, noting the scents and sounds around them. Yep, definitely plenty of prey around and he could hear the faint steps as they skittered away from the pair as they drew close. His sister had asked what he wanted to go after, and he slowed just a bit before stabbing an apple with one long fang, tossing his head back, and letting it fall into his mouth. He chewed with his mouth open, gaze thoughtful as he chomped away with as little grace as possible. When he swallowed, he smacked his lips and ended it with an "aahh" before grinning at her. "Well, we have plenty of options. The world is our oyster and I plan on scraping out every scrap I can." With that being said, he lifted his head to taste the air, a bit of apple juice dribbling down his chin as he smelled their surroundings. His nose was pretty keen, maybe there was something around they could hunt or...eat or...yeah, eating sounded good.

Were he a character in metal gear solid, the exclamation point complete with sound effect would have gone off as his head snapped forward. He smelled something...good. Something delicious. Something perhaps worth tracking down and eating. "I smell a piggy," His tongue swiped hungrily at his lips as he turned his body to pinpoint the direction. "That way I think," Already he could feel his stomach rumble at the thought of eating a nice, fat, pig. Maybe they could even stuff it with the fruit around here and make a big juicy meal out of it. "Say sis, why don't you climb into one of the trees and see if you can spot it? I'd do it but uh, ya know." He didn't have funky cat claws like she did. And he couldn't exactly stab a tree to help him climb up with his large size and bulk. If he could, he'd probably be all over those trees and shaking down the best fruits. Or ambushing unsuspecting pack members to pull a prank. The possibilities of what he could do if he had paws like hers were endless, and it amused him immensely the more he thought about it.

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