Duskfire Glacier oops!!!

He didn't answer her. Haunt wasn't invested enough to feel frustrated, though she realized she should probably stop wasting her time trying to get information from this stranger. She opened her mouth to give up the jig when she noticed some very telltale behavior. She shut it, squinting as she read Rye's body language.

His attention drifted away from her and Haunt followed it. She didn't see the glimpses of white in the neighboring forest, though turning her head caused her to pick up the faintest scent. She drew it into her nose, scrutinizing it. Did it belong to a member of Broken Antler? Was he injured? She thought she smelled the metallic tang of blood, maybe even a hint of infection...

The other wolf looked to her as if sizing her up as competition. Haunt gazed at him coolly, thinking along the same lines. But as she continued to analyze the scent, she came to realize it wasn't one of "her" deer. It was quite literally free game.

"I don't have to see him to know he's there," she replied. "I'm a hunter by trade, though I haven't hunted much large game," Haunted admitted. But was she even reading his question right? Did he mean for the two of them to try their hand? "Even injured, isn't it a bad idea for two wolves to go after a buck?" She wondered if he might summon his pack, in which case she needed to get the hell out of dodge.