Neverwinter Forest a distant land caused me to linger

Any hope he had of her leading the way was dashed to bits by her tongue. She wanted to assess him, though given the nature of their banter, it was probably more that she was the lech here. He had no "honest" intention to hide behind, but her? It was questionable at best. It amused him and he showed it with merriment clear in his gaze, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Very well, Princess," he said, taking the lead—or alternatively, preparing to run if his mouth got him trouble, "I do appreciate someone who can recognize a leading wolf." The latter sounded more like a thought spoken aloud, but it too was intentional.

Beyond their veiled cover, nothing more had changed but the passing of a few minutes. The evening was still dark, the air still cold, and the snow was still coming down through the heavy boughs. Dirge spared a moment to internally curse at the conditions; Hydra's desire to assess his skill could not have come at a more difficult time. Hare may have been out of the question... but finding a grouse may not have been.

Hesitation, if there was any, did not turn up in the way he set off. He had no qualms about flying blind as it were, instead seeking out a likely place where the snowy game may have settled in for the night. At least here in the forest, if any were to take alarm to them, they'd be caught easily; the trees would bar a fair amount of exciteable gliding away for any length.

"I hope they like bird," he commented.