Great Bear Wilderness pale touch

Nothing much to say after, but a simple curt nod to confirm. The hunt was officially on.

There was a pang of discomfort at being put at the helm with an unfamiliar, but it quickly gave way into the routine of his tracking. He didn't know much of anything about his hunting partner but surmised he at the very least had experience, so he assumed there wouldn't be much of a problem there. He simply had to shake the cobwebs off his teamwork abilities.

Until they arrived closer to their prey, however, he'd simply go on pretending the other male wasn't there at all. Nose to the ground, head low, and eyes peeled in front of him, paying careful attention to the wind's direction as they went.

After many minutes of silently stalking through the melancholy mist, Henryk came to a slow and sunk closer to the ground. In the far distance, there was the faintest of silhouettes lined by the dull morning light in the haze. A lone doe grazing, as far as he could tell. She must have strayed too far on her own, for whatever reason... He flashed an unspoken gaze the other male's way. How did they want to tackle this?