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As they look over the herd his eyes flick to each and every one of them, much like Célnes’ own. As she points the a rather secluded, elderly doe out he nods casually. The meat would be different, depending on their age, how healthy they are, the stress they’ve been through, and other things related. He’s definitely not picky though, so he looks to her and nods once more confirming her question. 

“Let’s go.” He hums quietly, and he’s hardly giving any space between that and the departure of his last know spot beside her. Hoping they will fall into the rhythm of naturally hunting.

He’s lingering closer and closer to the side of the doe that’s nearest to the heard so that if one of them does come to protect her it isn’t Célnes they’re stomping. He’s taken his fair beating from does and bucks alike so he’s not too worried about it. Especially as he lowers his head but rather boldly enters the fray. The deer have already spooked at this point and Kynareth’s flicking his eyes towards Célnes in a silent command to start the chase since she definitely seems faster than he is. He’d be right behind her.