Silver Moraine i don't understand - in the future i'm not pretty?

So she was without a pack, but not alone. Artyom could not deny the sorry feeling he felt for loners in the wilds - he'd experienced enough of that life himself to appreciate how difficult it could be. "Hopefully we can fell something bigger than that then, hm?"

The pale ranger moved off, turning from the ridge and beckoning his new hunting companion along with a cheerful woof. "My name is Artyom," he introduced, figuring they could partmake in small talk while they searched. His earthen gaze swept the snow for any sign of prints, but the surface appeared untouched.