"Thanks," he responded in an undertone, slinking onto the rise to remain out of sight and seating himself beside the brown male. He eyed the herd to make sure they had detected nothing amiss, then turned to the other.
"I do not believe that we have, but it's a pleasure, Lasher. My name is Dante." He smiled. "Just Dante now, thank the gods." He turned to look out at the elk once more, hunger rising in him at the thought of chasing one down. As if in response, his stomach growled, and his smile turned a bit sheepish. "Would you care for a hunt? If you were planning on catching one yourself I can stay out of your way, but together we might be able to take one down a bit more easily." He wasn't sure if Lasher (or was it Taltos? He wondered briefly if the bru had a preference) had even planned on hunting, but he figured he would ask since his stomach had decided to make itself known.
