Honeyed Pasture the world is already on my side

Embarrassed for the boy, Grayday tried to keep his expression as disinterested as possible. A few comments came to mind - Hey, at least you're not talking to yourself! among them - but quickly decided that anything spoken on that topic would not be taken kindly. Wisely, he kept his opinions to himself and his attention on the deer.

"No bucks," he said crisply, dull eyes honing in on the larger of the two fawns. "They'll startle easy - let the little one go, and we'll have the big one between us. Sound good?"

Mindful of Szymon's discomfort, he kept his point short and his questions easy to answer. With any luck, he wouldn't have to do anything but nod, and then they could be on their way to dinner. Grayday only hoped that this wolf was a proficient hunter.