[Training] head for the chills

Edmund nodded in assent, "Productive." Outside of bloodlust or procuring offerings, the Ancient didn't hunt often. Doing so as training would be a new adventure. Maeve's name had his tail flicking, "Yes. You know my Mum?" The number of individuals who identified him via Maeve seemed to never stop growing. Falling into step beside the woman, the young Ancient watched the companions curiously. "It's a pleasure to meet you all." Behaving at the moment, Splat lazily floated by his bonded's shoulder as the Ancient walked. The creature's form rippled at the notion of a hunt and the potential for a snack kept him from disturbing the dragon and gourd. As they walked, the soft crunch of snow came from their left. Between the trees the shadow of a luxere emerged. Edmund Reborn In Fire