Two Rivers Isle So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

Much like Malice, his honeyed gaze remained completely focused upon the stags tanned hindquarters as it stood tall and proud amongst the greenery of the clearing. Shink hadn't eaten his fill since the attack of the bear so he eyed the beast with a hungry expression, his auds pricking as he listened to the words of the silver wraith. In all honesty, he'd rather one of the two lead the hunt, preferably Aeronwyn as she seemed to have a plan of attack already formed in her speech. Being a lesser member of the hunt would also allow him to observe and mirror his companions work; perhaps he could put the knowledge he might gain to some greater use in the near future.

As the other wrapped up her suggestion, the agouti male tilted his head to the side to catch the stormy grey orbs of his fellow, offering her a nod of approval. It seemed a rather strategic plan with no obvious loophole yet they needed the stag to cooperate for it to work. It was risky but perhaps with Malice's experience and Aeronwyn's raw skills they could pull it off. Shink would try his best and rely on instinct rather than anything else for the time being.