I'm just like you baby, I'm on the HUNT.

*Elias* · (This post was last modified: 06-06-2017, 08:05 AM by Elias.)

As Elias took the opportunity to wait for their responses, he also took the opportunity to look around him; he couldn't help but notice the collection of dark coats that surrounded him, and his own wasn't much lighter. A small smirk came to his lips, it was almost as if he were back in Ruina again, he always seemed to find himself around the darkest of wolves. It seemed stealth was on their side, and that was a pleasing thought.

As Reina's apology fell on his ears, he returned his focus to her and gave her a nod of gratitude, though Dagmaer's words stole his attention quickly as she informed him of not only what her intentions were, but what prey was in the area. Reina then seemed to hold information of the same thing, bison and buffalo just two words to describe the same animal- depending on where you were from. He lifted his ears, staring at Reina for a moment before turning his massive skull to look to Dagmaer and respond to her first.

"So be it. The chosen quarry shall be bison and you, Dagmaer Thyre, will hold claim to all the hide and bones you wish so long as the flesh remains ours. That is the sort of deal you were hoping to bargain from my understanding, is it not?" His Latin accent seemed to slip toward the end of his words before that thick neck twisted, his ruby gaze drifting toward his sister's as if asking if she agreed. They had no need for hides and bones, and no place to store them. The meat they could bury, but even that wasn't guaranteed scavengers wouldn't find it before they came back for it- especially with the winds changing and the rains absent.

He then looked to Reina, his head lifting as an inquisitive expression came over him. "Though, you never really stated what it was that you wanted out of this bargain. If it is bones and skin that you want, you'll have to take it up with Dagmaer after. Otherwise, you are welcome to feast with my sister and I." He may have been jumping to assumptions, but honestly it wasn't hard to guess what it was that a rogue might be after.

Finally, he positioned himself so that he could better see the three of them; his lean and well-muscled limbs moving in jerky motions as he turned to make a little circle of four out of the small hunting party. He'd organized many royal hunts back home, but that was with people that he knew and siblings who's training he could depend on. He imagined what he was about to say wouldn't fall very kindly on Eliana's ears, so a sharp inhale would precedent his words of strategy. "We will need to split up into pairings. Dagmaer," his gaze shifted to her own, "since you are seeking a pelt, I would like you to accompany me on the chase so we can pick one to single out from the rest that is to your liking." Though that was partially the reason, inwardly he knew that he ultimately wanted someone he could rely on in a hunt to judge the right time to ambush, and a quick glance to Eliana with a softened gaze might of told her that he was sorry to split them up and ask her to work with a stranger, but he needed her simply because he knew she'd never let him down. He then finally parted his lips again to speak, softer words of a loving brother meant to come out as less of a demand but a request, "Eliana, you and Reina shall break off to set up an ambush and we will drive one toward you once it has been singled out- providing everything goes to plan."

He looked over their faces, wondering if his chosen strategy for the hunt was to their liking, though his limbs were beginning to grow restless from simply standing around. He was eager to get the hunt under way, a tightening in his stomach not able to make him forget his hunger. "Reina, shall we follow you to their tracks and split up after?"

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