"Ah, yes...hunting." Though his mother was clawed like many of the Sisters here, meat was not a taste he has acquired from his mother. The flutter blood was strong in him; only a few feather-like additions to his hair gave any indication that he may have anything in his line other than flutters - and so the closest to hunting he got was seeking out the best tasting honeysuckle plants.
"Well, m'lady, I'm afraid I would be a horrible companion for that, anyway, even if..." he knew enough to know that males were typically not allowed on hunting trips; "Well, you know."
He tossed his mane and shrugged. "Oh well, I had to offer. Thank you so much for your kindness, but if that's the case then escorting me back to the neutral grounds would be an honor."
Nisshou H
