Big Salmon Lake fishing in the dark

He scowled as the female's voice echoed from behind him, not long after, catching up to his pace. He wasn't going anywhere, he was searching for something. Something that would fill his belly. "No," He replied, not extending his answer to small talk. He was a boy, what else could be expected? But when she inquires a second time, he shrugs, his eyes trained on the path ahead of him. He didn't care if the woman followed him, and he doesn't care if she hunts with him. While he had always been very suspicious and wary of strangers, this one seemed relatively harmless and all around good natured. Besides, he could always run if trouble arose.

His small nose has trouble catching a scent, for his senses are not completely developed. But he his hunger has grown, and he knows he will not see Artemis again. "Can you hunt?" He turned to the female, still expressionless though his inquiry is rather important. Stoic knows he cannot do this by himself, and he would only look like a fool to try.