“Never!?” He grinned.  “I would be honored to hunt for us.” He really was eager to hunt.  It was something that was built into his people.  Into their very instincts.  The chase, the hunt, the kill.  It was almost something he needed.	It was something his body craved, like a good lay.<br/><br/>Urudal sported the water as well and hurried more.<br/><br/>He came back to the age again. “Fifty three?  You just little one.”  He teased playfully.  “I knew you were kitten.  Cute kitt - “ he stopped mid sentence and frowned.  He remembered that Ilion did not like either of those things.	He truly did not want to insult him, for they were allies now.  Urudal had once again called him attractive and He had been scolded about the cat thing already.	He drew in a deep breath and huffed it out,  “I’m apologies.”<br/><br/>Urudal didn’t have to say those words often so it made sense that he had flubbed them.   He rarely had to apologize for anything, for why would you say you’re sorry to a criminal?<br/><br/>The huge man dropped his things on the beach, took that massive belt off and set it on his clothes. His arms crossed over his body to grip the shirt and  with that his muscles bunched as he lifted his arms and peeled the shirt up and off, tossing it off into the sand next to his other things.  It stretched out his form and allowed Ilion to see those hard rolling muscles of his stomach and chest.