no sh#@, sherlock!

Apparently, assistance in Hemlock’s mind meant she was to stand and watch. She did start forward anyway to hold up her part, catching the deer’s eye until it stood, staring warily while its fellows milled and stomped. She made several short feints to keep it focused on her while she watched the shadowy, striped frame of her newest acquaintance slip around into position.

It was clear to her that he didn’t intend for her assistance in the kill as he made his move in a manner that was rather similar to a cougar ambushing its prey. Was he inexperience in hunting with a partner? Either way, she slipped forward as the deer fell as the man howled.

The herd had scattered in the struggle, and Aurielle glanced toward them thoughtfully before nodding to Hemlock with a light smile. “Well hunted.”

Her eyes dropped to the still form of the deer as she mused silently. She could take the sustenance and continue her scouting for possible camps, as well as her journey north to check on Lirim and Winterfell. But first, she had her deal to uphold.

“Well, now that you’ve caught the deer, it’s time for me to talk you into boredom about my pack. Which cut would you like?” The last was asked as she bent, one paw pressing at a leg to expose the belly, head tipping to press a canine to the skin as her eyes flicked to Hemlock in query.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think