Tal had a bright and open enthusiasm for his vocation that pushed aside his often-disgruntled attitude, and he was happy to share that eagerness with someone willing to listen. If Deimos wanted to know more, he'd find a willing teacher half-buried under friendly hounds.
Those hounds were entirely happy to receive praise, pats, treats, and all manner of attention, and Tal grinned as he stood and moved to the small sled's basket, taking out a waxed canvas bag and retrieving a small handful of pressed meat kibble to present to the wheel dogs first, giving the team a small snack since they were resting at the moment. "Thanks. They're pretty impressive," Tal agreed proudly.
The question on frost giants brought the frown back to his face, but it was a thoughtful one before his eyes lit up suddenly. "Oh! Does that mean the Monster Hunter's Guild is coming back here, too?" He chewed his lip thoughtfully as he passed out more kibble; Boreal waded in at one point to shoulder a few of the more excitable dogs back to wait their turns. "Mm. Might have. T'be honest, I hid when I heard something big and heavy heading my way. I was up in the Fangs when it happened..." He scowled at the memory. "The prints in the snow looked more like giant feet than paws, though. So it was probably one of them."
Pale eyes gleamed at the sudden challenge, and a slow grin forced the scowl back as Tal met Deimos's eyes with all the pride of youth. "Yeah? Are you talkin' two legs or four?"
Those hounds were entirely happy to receive praise, pats, treats, and all manner of attention, and Tal grinned as he stood and moved to the small sled's basket, taking out a waxed canvas bag and retrieving a small handful of pressed meat kibble to present to the wheel dogs first, giving the team a small snack since they were resting at the moment. "Thanks. They're pretty impressive," Tal agreed proudly.
The question on frost giants brought the frown back to his face, but it was a thoughtful one before his eyes lit up suddenly. "Oh! Does that mean the Monster Hunter's Guild is coming back here, too?" He chewed his lip thoughtfully as he passed out more kibble; Boreal waded in at one point to shoulder a few of the more excitable dogs back to wait their turns. "Mm. Might have. T'be honest, I hid when I heard something big and heavy heading my way. I was up in the Fangs when it happened..." He scowled at the memory. "The prints in the snow looked more like giant feet than paws, though. So it was probably one of them."
Pale eyes gleamed at the sudden challenge, and a slow grin forced the scowl back as Tal met Deimos's eyes with all the pride of youth. "Yeah? Are you talkin' two legs or four?"
