We go where no one goes

As she waited for Itsuki's answer, she lowered her nose to the soil and inhaled deeply. The scent of deer and marten entered her nose, triggering the light closing of her eyes as her stomach rumbled with hunger. She was about to turn around and suggest they rustle up some breakfast when Itsuki answered, quietly and eloquently as always.

A keeper of stories, thought the Alpha. Though she had always thought the finer trades, including Chronicler, were somewhat useless, she supposed there was some value in having a record of their history. The brawny Kesuk wasn't the fondest of having them in story form, though, for it would muddle the truth of events... Not to mention she would find it difficult to remember the stories.

“Maybe just as is,” she suggested gruffly, rolling her shoulders and indicating with her forward march that he should continue to follow. He did. “There are deer in these woods. We should catch one.” As if on cue, the pair emerged into a clearing in which stood three does and one half-grown fawn. A buck was nowhere to be seen.