Firefly Glen raindrops on my window sill

He rocked out a single, rather pathetic laugh. "I dunno, I like to think I've got some skill in that particular area," what a silly question -- unless she assumed he only knew how to scavenge the dead. Which, sure, she wasn't completely off.

"You know how to track?" he returned, docile -- yet somewhat cheeky -- in his delivery. Tuathal already took his eyes off the silver clad stranger to focus on the ground. Scent, scat, hoof marks. He'd take anything, honestly.