Neverwinter Forest Thank God it's Friday, Again

Quixote was doing okay.  He'd traipsed across a few edible dead things and had sort of figured out how to catch fish (even though that source of prey was going to soon become unavailable).  He'd been lucky.  Time was running out, but his luck hadn't.  Yeah.  For now, at least.  He kind of wanted to make sure that it was clear that he wasn't desperate yet.  Whatever size group this guy was traveling with, he wasn't going to end up with a +1 following along behind.  Not yet, at least.  He took his time, gathered his information and at some point he'd go and make a choice, though right now it was certainly still up in the air.

Quixote, as a lone, still had plenty reason to be wary.  Even with the offer of splitting what they caught, if the guy brought his friends, they could easily just take it from him.  Fighting a single wolf was a risk, but more than that was basically suicidal.  He liked to think himself reasonable.  I'm sure there's something at the end of the trail that's the right size, he said with a nod.  He'd be careful, though.  If there was any funny business, he'd strike first then run like hell.  Make the trouble not worth what they would have gained.  Just in case, he wasn't going to offer his name quite yet.  Quixote had trust issues.

How many deer were there?  He was guessing about five had taken the exact same track he had, but there could have been a few more that were a little farther off to one side or another.  Certainly there would be something.  Quixote was ready to go whenever the other guy was.