His demeanor doesn't really change but he takes the writing utensils carefully. He had learned to write but it wasn't something he did often. He'd be embarrassed about it if he really cared, but he didn't.
Feral Hunter - 18 - Destined
He hated the phrase destined but it's what he had to call himself now, at least to the Queen and her lackeys. He held no real hatred for her or the government, he just didn't understand it. But they did want his pelts. He gave a little huff, having hoped to use these for trading.
"Fine." He held out a few rabbit pelts and a squirrel pelt. "Will this do?" He wanted to keep his one deer pelt, surely he could get something good for it.
Feral Hunter - 18 - Destined
He hated the phrase destined but it's what he had to call himself now, at least to the Queen and her lackeys. He held no real hatred for her or the government, he just didn't understand it. But they did want his pelts. He gave a little huff, having hoped to use these for trading.
"Fine." He held out a few rabbit pelts and a squirrel pelt. "Will this do?" He wanted to keep his one deer pelt, surely he could get something good for it.
