Mm. [A small nod as he sips his coffee, his gaze a little distant. It's still a little strange for him to talk about his childhood home, even more towards a stranger, but...well it's fine. As long as he's careful, there's nothing wrong with reminiscing some of the more mundane things.]
Mostly for hunting. I... [There's a very rare, very slight falter in his voice as the memories surface before he continues a little more slowly.] ...There was a wolf cub I raised when I was a kid.
[And although he hides it better (or rather, he's just grown more hardened about it), there is a similar feeling around him. A somber sense of nostalgia that dampens what should otherwise be a light and cheerful topic between them.]
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Mostly for hunting. I... [There's a very rare, very slight falter in his voice as the memories surface before he continues a little more slowly.] ...There was a wolf cub I raised when I was a kid.
[And although he hides it better (or rather, he's just grown more hardened about it), there is a similar feeling around him. A somber sense of nostalgia that dampens what should otherwise be a light and cheerful topic between them.]