I'll Tan Your Hide

A chittering from the jackals let the woman know that someone was approaching long before the man showed himself. She was pleasantly surprised to see that it was someone that she knew. Well... someone that she was acquainted with, anyway. The brutes tone's met dark ears and she nodded. "Domari," she said in greeting, remembering the mans name. "A shared hunt would be ideal," she agreed. Rising from her place, she shook out her thick, silver pelt.

Motioning in a northerly direction with her nose, she also spoke in low tones. "That herd there has been grazing in place for quite a time. They're sure to be fat and full. The fat doe to the far right would make our kill worthwhile." She cast her singular gaze at him, wondering if he would agree or disagree.