After a rather uneventful morning, the silver sylph slipped away from responsibilities to... work on skills that would only make those responsibilities greater. She returned to the hunting grounds where she'd come with Hieronymous, hoping to capture that same luck as she'd had that day. Of course, it hadn't just been luck - she'd had a lot of practice, and she was a great chaser. The thing she lacked was brute strength, which is why she often preferred hunting within a party.

Much like her nose-blind leader - though you didn't hear that from her! - she was now scanning more than focusing on just the trails. She was alone, and given the warning about bears and guys wanting to steal women away, she better be wary.

Her ears cupped forward in interest at the approach of another; a young lady, much like her. The sylph was smaller in stature, so much was true, but it wasn't like when she was with men like Donovan. Oh gosh, why did he cross her mind again? Even when he was gone did he haunt her in the cruelest of ways. She felt her gaze drift and shook her head slightly to come back down to earth.

I wouldn't refuse such an offer on such a lovely day. She responded with a polite dip of her muzzle and a slow blink. Were introductions in order for such a temporary alignment? It seemed but the polite thing to do. I'm Lumiya from Kaistleoki. To whom do I owe the pleasure?

Wren - now that was a simple yet elegant name. It surely was easier to call than her own if the two ended up separated in their quest to find a meal. The fae then thought about the other's question. She didn't really have a favorite kind of food that wasn't so sweet it'd make your teeth rot from just a single bite.

Hmm, something about as big as me, but juicier, would suffice. She answered at last. A goat or doe or pronghorn would do nicely. You spotted anything yet?

She wished to plug her ears at the foul language being used, but alas, she'd committed to this hunting partner. The fae was extremely sensitive about swears and you'd ne'er catch her using the language of demons so carelessly. She could express displeasure eloquently enough using her swear-free vocabulary, but she supposed she should not be the judge to swing the hammer down upon those that did spoke a tongue she'd refuse to understand.

The two came upon a goat - Lumiya assumed it had come down from the mountains nearby. They were tough creatures, but also very stubborn. They were much like men! At least, in Lumiya's opinion. As Wren nipped at its heels, Lumiya went zoom-zoom like Bolt and sprinted towards its front. She was careful not to meet its horns or hoofs, hoping to avoid injury for today, but a hidden rock did scrape her knee ever so slightly. It didn't slow her down luckily and she lunged at the goat's throat with the grace of a hunter.

The beast, now weakened, slowed its pace. Now, the two huntresses could finish it off quickly, as was the humane thing to do.

And so they did slay the beast - one spurring from beneath, one landing on top. The hunt was done as quickly as it had begun, and it had been a success. The fae panted as Wren retreated from the body slightly, but she had another matter to attend to. A small cut had turned the snow red, but it had been numbed by the cold. She lapped at the wound, cleaning it as she'd learned from little Deidra. She missed their little healer...

Now, how do we split... She thought aloud, assessing the carcass. She could easily drag half of it home - Kaistleoki wasn't far, and it wasn't the biggest goat she'd ever seen. Still, severing the body was the tricky part. Blood made her squeezy after all. She looked to Wren then, visibly flustered and lost.

The woman nodded solemnly. It was but a wee cut, nothing to worry about should it stay clean. She'd spit some herbs on it at home the way she was taught, and leave it at that. She just hoped it wouldn't scar... Just a little... Lightheaded around blood. She chuckled. I really am a lousy pick for a hunter, hm? She joked lightly.

The fae did as instructed, positioning herself at the front of the body and grabbing a leg. Was this really going to work? Well, there was no time to doubt. On thwee - wone, two, THWEE! She counted down with her mouth stuffed full with goat. She gave a good yank on her side, pulling with all her might (which wasn't much, let's be honest here). Wren had been right - slowly but surely, the softer bits of the goat split open graphically and the snow was stained with blood and guts in a matter of seconds. How gross...

She laughed nervously, only being able to hope the other spoke true. She'd seen many dead prey before, and the deed never did get easier for her. She was lucky never to have seen a wolf body - she'd probably faint. It wouldn't be the first time the poor girl fainted over something.

Thank you. She replied with a sway of her tail. She looked to her half of goat. It's eyes were creepy... Better get this home, hm? It was nice meeting you though. I pray our paths may cross again. She said, forever the proper queen. Though she doubted they'd make good friends, given their differences, she did believe them a good team. That was all that mattered on the flatlands, 'neath the darkened sky and amidst the freezing cold.

Be there nothing left to say, the fae took her share and tried to gracefully take it home (which was impossible, I mean, it was the front half of a goat and she was tiny). She'd let @Hieronymous know of her return, her success and of the kind stranger turned partner. She wasn't one to take all the credit, after all.