Ouroboros Spine catch the manic rhapsody

The dove's brow furrowed slightly, gaze falling to her seedlings as the subordinate fought the urge to lower herself beneath the searching weight of his mismatched gaze. Despite the ingrained urge to give in and say yes, she fought against it as the wrongness of it settled over her. "It is my understanding that there are two circles in the village...one of the women and one of the hunters." 

"I am neither man nor  hunter." True enough, she could hunt and did but it was not her trade. Nor did she feel comfortable upsetting the societal boundaries that Kukutux's traditions had defined for their tribe. It even warred against her own native clan's thinking. She had learned to hunt to survive, because it was necessary. She continued to do so because it was acceptable here -- their wisewoman's own daughter was a renowned huntress. "I would be willing to help with any pack hunts and assist you with your own hunting if you would like. But I do not think it would be appropriate for me to be your second."