Whitefish River ashes, ashes, we all fall down

he offers his approval of the idea, and Dawn dips her head in acknowledgment. he offers the task of leading and organizing the hunt to her, she accepts with a grateful smile and another firm nod. "if all goes well, we can meet together a fortnight from now, perhaps." sooner, rather than later - before the rut, when the bucks grow aggressive and dangerous. 

he offers her an escort, to which she shakes her head. "I'll be alright—I know these lands well." a moment of thought, and she adds, "when I return, I could use another body to help me track and scout out the herds north of here; perhaps someone who wishes to learn more about the hunt." it's been a while since she's followed the herds; there is no telling how they've changed, or where on the plateau they've rover to. besides, more able and knowledgable hunters are always better, for any pack.