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It seemed he hadn't interrupted anything, which was good, but the stranger hadn't seen the herd either, which was not quite so good; not that it was his fault or anything. He looked to the shelter the other man spoke of and shrugged a little. I suppose they could be there, he answered. Want to go check it out? East asked, raising an intrigued eyebrow. Even if the deer weren't there, which he was almost certain they wouldn't be, they might find something else just as interesting. He began to walk as the red-eyed stranger spoke again, and to his question, the former sea wolf shook his head. I am not with anyone, he started. I don't really need partners to track, and it gives me something to do I guess, he added. Sure, he couldn't really hunt one of the large prey on his own, but he was pretty sure he wouldn't always be alone, and this could provide him with useful information.