One of the best parts of the morning is getting to see N​ó​ttin wake, when she could. Sure, there were some mornings he was out the door first, but she was an early bird, often finding the morning before the sun did. Usually, if she were lucky enough, she'd get to be the first thing that his soulful blue eyes saw. She'd achieved this today, as he flickers to life, aqua eyes opening slowly to the world, his forelegs stretching, and maw yawning — he is a handsome man every moment of his life, Dal is convinced.

A red hue tints her cheeks, his words wooing her as they often did, Good morning. She repeated, softly. As he started to move, Dal pulled to the side, allowing him the breakfast she'd picked this morning. Only a little bit. I'm not very good at hunting like you are. There wasn't a thing that N​ó​ttin was bad at. Nature here is like in the Vale... The berry bushes hide the same way here as they do at home. It's the same selection, but somehow different. The dove explained, wondering if it had to do with this mountain's soil versus their very own.

The spotted dove pawed some of the elderberries to the side; they happened to be her favorite, even though they weren't the sweetest of the berries, they were the healthiest. This is just to start our morning... I thought it might be easier, and more courteous, to hunt outside of Northfall's borders. Though, with the plague swallowing territories further north, there was an influx of prey and predators heading towards them. Either way, she wanted to be respectful of Northfall and the ecosystem that encompassed them.