Bag of Bones

he hadn't offended her, which was good. Benedict merely smiled softly at her admittance she didn't know how. "s' easy once ye get the hang of it" he assured her with a bob of his head. "I can teach ye a bit" he would feel terrible if he just left her without the meanings to support herself. but it there a rough start to any skill, he supposed. approaching slowly, he'd keep the space between them as he lowered himself to the ground. his muscles groaned as he went to his hunter's crouch, still listless from travel but gladdened to have something to occupy his time with. "before we find prey, we can practice this." he offered her, smelling the deceased doe and finding its way past suitable consumption.

"it's a hunter's crouch" he said this clearly despite his deep tone "n' if you do it right, you can transition to a good run to gain speed" demonstrating, he'd move slowly along the earth as if stalking invisible prey. suddenly he jumped into a running position, his muscles making the move easier than he thought they would as he switched to a short burst of walking. turning back to the woman, he'd chuckle. "why don't ye try?" it wouldn't do to go stomping around the foliage if she didn't know how to crouch down to hide from prey and the wind's direction. they'd scare every piece of food for miles.