Ah. He'd... been asleep for a little while longer than he'd anticipated. It was summer now, wasn't it? Almost winter. Almost time for him to be even lazier than normal. He should do something with the warm sun while it was here and bearing down on his scales, making it easy for him to move and expend energy.

Claws scrape and talons pull Anthemtalon along. He hadn't ever done this before. He'd seen and munched on the results of such a thing, yes, but never participated. Forked tongue flicked from his partially opened maw, and he sluggishly raised up his head. "Hunt? Help? With?" Sharp (not in tone, rather in choice) are the words from his maw as he sluggishly swung his head around, looking to see if anyone would put up with the odd weather to go hunting with the normally lazy reptile.

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