Whitefish River and the bargain must be made

his words have her glance over the knotted scar tissue again, curious. "someone, or something?" was that sensitive topic? it might as well have been, from the way he'd simply trailed off, and she berates herself silently. eager to move on from the topic should it fast become an awkward one, she considers a moment his prospect of a hunt. 

"or we could get something together. something big enough to share." she's not all that pleased with the concept of a price attached to hunts, nor does she especially want to ask about it.  she has the feeling it wouldn't be something she'd especially want to pay either, but she hungry enough not to judge any prospective hunting partner too deeply.