*sets off in search of his father*

*continues searching*

*walks past a fat old man*

Hey dude; have you seen my father yet?

He's black, hairy and has this really nasty temper...

*looks about for sister*

*jumps behind a bush*

*grabs a branch in his mouth*

*waits for sister to appear*

*lets the branch go*

*watches the snow fly*

Ehehehehehe!!

Gotcha!!!

*wanders about Lindon*

*spots a rabbit and runs after it*

Yesterday: Eventful

1: You. I am not your pet. >:(

2: At least there's an understanding of sorts here...

3: I think this means I have a job of some sort around here. And it's not "pet", either, Elf.

You.

This is not finished; not ever.

That brat of yours, he will pay too - if only because he is yours...

*proceeds to hunt down the hapless Elflet*

After recieving his father's orders, Karka the brown Wargling heads off in search of whatever prey-scent he happens across...

Suddenly he stops...

The scent of a quintet of animals crosses his nose.

"Three foxes and a pair of cats... This should be easy..."

He runs off to head them off...