Mule Over This!

His answer was swift and short but she took no offense. This was a hunt after all. Time was of the essence even if she was tempted to chat. Words could be exchanged after the prey was slain assuming she could muster conversation between mouthfuls of food. Jynn stalked along after the man, her form moving easily in the desert. She was made for high heat lands, her large ears cooling the blood the circulated through her body.

The moment she saw the man slip into a hunter's crouch she followed suit, slinking down low, her belly nearly on the ground. She would fall in sync with him, watching his movements to infer what came next in order to minimize talk so close to their prey.