Well at least she wasn't shouting up a storm and getting all in her face with anger. But then again Róta wasn't often quiet and brooding, and Iðunn had a feeling she was bottling up her emotions. She had no idea exactly how her cousin was feeling, but maybe that was for the better for now. Her cousin silently motioned towards a deer herd up ahead, and Iðunn also wordlessly moved forward. Her icy blue eyes examined the ungulates in the distance, eyeing the older doe with a limp and the handful of young ones, likely born this past spring.
She sidled up to Róta, glancing sideways at the younger woman with a mix of emotions on her face; unsureness swirled into regret, before quickly morphing into determination. Maybe by helping her cousin with this task, she could figure out just what was going on in her mind, for she was certainly not about to ask outright. Words meant little without action to back them up, and lately her actions had been quite shitty.
Iðunn stalked forward, paws easily finding grip in the snow from years of practice as she came up on the herd. The wind was in their favour, but with minimal foliage to hide them they couldn't get too close without being spotted. Crouching down in a small bush, she turned to face Róta with two slightly raised brows, silently asking what next? This was her cousins' hunt, after all, and she'd wait for orders to be given before doing anything else.
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