Moonspear So fetch

She had a natural confidence with an inset of humility; it appeased him to know that while she knew where her talents lied, that they were not entirely all encompassing without collaboration. That was perhaps the true nature of the hunt, at least when it came to something far more substantial than meager bits and pieces they could collect along the way.

The glen would be better to have her for it, he decided.

“Only some of us are better suited to hunt alone,” he rejoined in thought, “but I too enjoy the support of others as much as I do hunting on my own.” Though truth be told, he did not often hunt alone. Hydra joined him most times and if not her, then it had been his eldest sons. His youngest were almost ready for that task, already showing their promise here and there in small ways. Mostly.

“Keep an eye on the herds,” he went on to advise, “I’m sure they’ll make for the trails going into the steppes, if not head towards the river as it gets colder. Some will loiter around or in the glen, as broad as it is, but they will shift their pastures.” Just as they did when they had pushed them too much from the mountain; the ungulates were prone to roaming, ever seeking safety where there was little to be found.

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