Northstar Vale Echoes of ephasia have haunted you tonight

Saena suspected they wouldn't see the buck or his remaining does again, but she had the same wariness that Dagfinn did in mind, so she met his suggestion with a resolute nod. "Just in case," she agreed. She didn't think many wolves would go for a buck in any case, but a group of hunters overestimating their capabilities might. The last thing Duskvale needed in its infancy and with winter on the way was injury or death.

"The buck?" she asked, not wholly clear on what he meant to hunt down, and likely she was mistaken. It wasn't a bad idea by any means, if only to get eyes on it, but unwise with just the two of them. "With any luck it'll leave the valley now," she mused, "but maybe as a precaution we should look for it later. Keep an eye on it. We'll go make sure the doe is dead now." That might've been what he meant in the first place but she just wasn't sure, and made the suggestion anyway.

With that, she began picking her way westward along the base of the mountain. As she went, she tossed an inquiry over her shoulder: "do you do a lot of hunting, Dagfinn?"