Just Sit Around And Get Paid

Hunting had never been the Ademe’s strong point. He was lean and strong, and he could chase down prey such as deer. The fight itself was welcomed, but he had never spent much time learning to track, or sorting through every variance of prey-scent. When he passed the Shrine on one of his patrols, and saw the smaller wolf with her nose to the ground, he approached.

Keeping himself quiet and to the shadows as he moved up behind her. He did not want to scare away whatever she tracked, after all. “Would you care for some assistance?’ his quiet voice was almost a breath as he fell into step behind her. If she sorted out the tracking half of this, he could take on the lion's share of the attack.

"Speech"