I Am The Hunter... Or Not.

Beat caught on quickly enough, despite the fact that he'd never truly hunted before. Corvus was proud of the boy, and it was obvious that he was proud of himself, which was even more important - something that was obvious when Corvus pulled back and got a better look at him. He was uninjured and triumphant, though likely tired from their little hunt. "You did great," Corvus assured him with a grin, lapping blood from his mouth. He wasn't the type to just say things for the hell of it, to make others feel good; Beat had really done a great job and Corvus had no doubt with time, and more experience, he would only become a better hunter.

"Let's call Twig, show her what we've done?" For a moment he wondered if Beat knew just how close he and Twig had gotten, but he wasn't sure how to even begin to bring it up, quickly deciding against it. Surely he'd want to show Twig what he had accomplished, especially since he'd sounded like he didn't believe he could do it. The rest of the deer were likely long gone by now, but that was okay. The small one they'd taken down would make a good feast for the three of them, and hopefully it had bolstered Beat's confidence.