Duskfire Glacier you can be so much softer than me with your sweet nothings

She had always been the better hunter. Making her approach, she launched forward in a deadly stride to catch the young beast. Accurately snatching the neck of the fawn, and deftly snapping its between her jaws. It was over, just as quick as it had begun. Siarut stood to watch at a better angle, smirking as the pale woman had no need of his help. Her brother was glad to see she hadn't gotten rusty. 

As she turned, Sia approached slowly, "Just as talented as I remember." After the tense few weeks, and their strained conversation as of late. Siarut figured flattery was the way to go.