12/28/2025, 3:30 AM
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Nóttin had only good things to say about his mother, which caused the teen to glow with a bit of pride and warmth. Of course Hawthorn knew just how precious his mother was, but there was something special about knowing that there were others who could see that, too.
And all Hawthorn could do was trust Freya.
And he did.
He trusted her implicitly.
After a few moments, the pair would begin to move, and Hawthorn would idly begin thinking of how to hunt in such a cold, unforgiving landscape. Afterall, he stood out like a sore thumb against the rolling, snowcapped tundra. His ebony coat did not really suit the Arctic.
All he could smell was the barest hints, something stale and nothing warm. The air was cold in his nose, stinging halfway up his snout as he inhaled a pathetic puff of the white flakes.
It was really kind of you to take us in ...the boy would tell him, voice a bit stronger but still soft with a sheepishness and lack of confidence.
I'd like to think he's kind, like her,he would add, perhaps a bit more under his breath as his green gaze diverted toward his busy paws. With an idle talon, he would trace circles in the snow, his tail slumping a bit behind his back. In Hawthorn's mind, that was the only option ... for he did not yet understand the truth behind his lineage.
And all Hawthorn could do was trust Freya.
And he did.
He trusted her implicitly.
I do hope the rest of my family can come here, too. Your home is really is beautiful.That emerald gaze would lift, a small smile pulling at the edges of his dark lips as he allowed himself to look at Nóttin once more.
After a few moments, the pair would begin to move, and Hawthorn would idly begin thinking of how to hunt in such a cold, unforgiving landscape. Afterall, he stood out like a sore thumb against the rolling, snowcapped tundra. His ebony coat did not really suit the Arctic.
I'll try tracking ...he said with a bit of hesitation, putting his nose to the ground and closing his eyes for a brief moment.
OOC tracking roll = 7/20
All he could smell was the barest hints, something stale and nothing warm. The air was cold in his nose, stinging halfway up his snout as he inhaled a pathetic puff of the white flakes.
Ugh,he mumbled, sniffing around a bit more as he felt the tendrils of embarrassment lick at his heels. He was going to make a fool of himself in front of Nóttin ... and he didn't need anything else for Belladonna to make fun of him for.