Swiftcurrent Creek blood in the water

she'd drop her catch, viewing him with understandable wariness. Benedict relaxed in the brush, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. his pack scent was weak, having only been here for a few days, and he berated himself for startling the poor woman. "m' Benedict" he would reply to her, a dip of his head "s' nice t' meet ye, Rosalie" he wouldn't call her something so casual when he had only just met the other "ye, only fer a bit" he'd confess to her "just tryin' t' do what I can." a cautious smile approached his lips. which is why he asked to join her hunt.