If you only listen with your ears, I can't get in

"Nice to meet you too!" His voice was optimistic and genuine. Though he had not been on his own for long, the internal demand for another's presence was already constant thought in his mind. A mix of the uncertainty and stress of being alone and the instinctual need to speak to another had slowly grown over the few months of being away from his birth pack. Though they may not have been the most supportive people to hang around, they were people to talk to. For Pnuma, that was enough. Pnuma wasn't the best at surviving alone either, the spirits being a constant distraction while hunting and traveling, leading to a plethora of lost hunts and being lost in general. Having someone to help keep his mind focused was a definite plus in his books.

He was glad when she took to his suggestion, even adding that they catch one of the animals that they find. Having another to hunt with him seemed fun, though the bonus of a possible meal was a nice addition. He gave a soft chuckle at her joke, a small grin following suit. "Don't worry; we'll show those ducks who's boss!" He declared, his face turning into a more determined expression, though with a hint of playfulness. He let her take the lead, following after her as they followed the stream.

"No, not really. I tend just to wander around. I don't really have any set place I stay." He spoke, eyes scanning for fish as they walked alongside the water. He was very much a nomad, roaming the continent and only staying in one place when he could no longer continue. Though he wasn't hiding from anyone, he didn't like sticking to one place as it was much easier for someone to find him. He didn't know why he was so paranoid about this, but it made him feel better to be sure that he was challenging to discover.

He noticed the woman turn her head and followed her gaze. The voices were much too prominent in his mind to hear soft noises if he was not aware of them, such as the ducks in the distance. They would always be muddled into the constant voices, technically audible, but indistinguishable from the surrounding noise. He strained his ears and quickly also heard the sound of tasty waterfowl. His tail started to sway, conveying his excitement at the impending hunt. "Do you have a plan? I could chase them toward you... If that works with birds." His voice was low. He didn't know if the birds could hear them from where they were, but he wasn't one to take chances.