Two Rivers Isle the art of survival

He was certainly correct using the shadows as a strategy. ”You have the better advantage of both of us at the moment.” The Acolyte pointed out. She would be practically invisible if she was using the shadows as coverage in the dead of the night, but by the silvery tint of his fur, he blended in well with the earth tones surrounding him. Sometimes it could be a challenge to stalk if dark fur stood out with so much contrast in the earth-toned background.
 
With the male coming into view, Zsuzsa received a better assessment of his physique. He was naturally larger than her in genetics, and quite tall. Yellow eyes were a common feature but he had a distinct hue that was different from the run of the mill yellow gaze. She too held a sense of ambiguous esteem toward him for she was used to the company of the Saints on a daily basis. Since pledging to their ranks and residing in a tucked-away corner of the Hinterlands, she did not tap into her wanderlust as much as she used to as a lone wolf. This encounter would be refreshing.
 
He would offer no such challenge to her though as he extended comradeship toward the hunt. ”The deer that passed through shouldn’t be too far off. Seems there are others in the area if we lose track of this herd.” This was Zsuzsa’s way of accepting his offer.