Kajika was doing his job as a hunter. It was more than just a job for him though. The ability to track, to move quickly and in utter silence gave him this inexplicable thrill. The brindle and white boy wanted it, not just because he came from strong hunters, but because he was made for it. It worried him for Asteraia as a whole though. In his tracking, their prey populations were low, certainly not enough to support the pack in large without moving outside their territory.
The boy had taken a moment to pause, laying among the high grasses, shifting his weight with the swaying of the breeze. A hunter indeed. His bright cerulean gaze caught sight of movement off to his left. His ears twitched slightly as he quietly observed one of the men he'd seen at the pack gathering. Cuirass, he recalled the name. Though Kajika had remained quiet, the name was not lost on him. A hunter had to be aware of all things, after all. He watched the older male from where he lay with curiosity. His ears pressed forward as he'd gone near the trees.. and climbed it?
This was a fascinating notion. Perhaps it was possible to even be a hunter from the trees. But... Kajika looked to his paws. As agile as he was, he was not so large as Cuirass. Would that affect his ability to learn to climb, he wondered? It wouldn't hurt to find out. The brindle boy rose, stretching briefly before trotting towards the man on his perch, having never lost track of Cuirass even in the brief moment he'd looked down. "How'd you learn that?" he called up to the reclining wolf, quite intrigued by the prospect of this unique skill.