Feeling like hunting was certainly the truth of the matter. Whether it was wanting to go after ducks in the lake, flies in the coffee shop, or rats in the alleyways at night, Faolan feels like a man on edge. And not unlike a cat on the hunt, the accuracy of the statement not lost on him, for hunting is what he does, but hunting is what he feels the urgency to do now. He has always prided himself on discrepancy in the field, on the fact that he does not go after creatures indiscriminately. That he has morals. But the urgency of this feeling within him is leaving him hard-pressed not to literally chase anything that moves.

He finds her words curious though. Curious enough that he turns in his seat slightly, studying her face curiously. "This time of the year?" he asks.