Silvertip Mountain No one's gonna save me

Rolled to see if he smelled the hare :D

This one does not offer if this one is not sure.

The answer was swift and concise, though he did not fail to note the way she stood so sure of herself, unalarmed even in the presence of someone she did not know. There were pros and cons to this, of course, but they were things better left to analyze at another time. His head dipped in agreement, the favor she now owed him tucked away for later use.

As he had offered, the path he had chosen was the one she had not, long legs carrying him further into the cave. Such exploration was useful to the man, noting the growth of mushrooms and other fungi along the floors of the cavern. He would have to return at a later time to look into their uses, instead shifting his focus to the hare that had escaped into the darkness.

Sniffing along the damp floor, Stjornuati's pace quickened when he traced the fresh scent, dark eyes watching ahead to see if he could spy the woman's quarry.