Ranuk's voice was rough, booming in the soft darkness of the night, and it was still jarring to hear elvish words being haphazardly spoken from a demon tongue...  But there was a soothing quality, a sincerity that could not be faked.  Tamlin's ears perked at the sound, and any tension surrounding him disappeared with the next midnight breeze.<br/><br/>He was glad to know his questions were not irritating, that his ignorance would be weathered with patience--for now, of course, but that was enough.  Every time the two of them spoke, every time the two of them were in a room together and did not fall into the patterns of distrust and blatent hate, that was a moment of success.  Tamlin would be grateful for each one.<br/><br/>The prince focused as Ranuk began, head cocked a little with interest, watching his fiance fold himself down into the grass and thinking over what he said.  A hunt, in the great forest that flowed along the mountainside, and Ranuk wanted him to go along?  It was no secret that Tam hunted; so did many nobles, so did his brother, when he had the time.  There was something irresistible about the chase that Tamlin loved, much more so than the killing--sometimes he would hunt an animal just to follow it, to see how well he could keep up, and then let the creature run away when he'd had his fill of excitement.<br/><br/>He hadn't been on a hunt in a while... and the exercise in cooperation would be beneficial.  Practice for many other situations, with many other beasts to slay.  The elf smiled, teeth bright against his dark lips, night-sky eyes shining under the moon.  "Yes, I'll join you."  Whatever the outcome, whether they found any game or not, he was certain it would prove worthwhile.<br/><br/>"It's the season for deer, and elk...  The boars will still be out, but pushing further south..."  The prince mused nearly to himself until he realized he was talking out loud; heat rose in his cheeks, and he was glad for the dimness of the moonlight.  "We should be successful, in any case."