Cedar Sweep Little Weasels Upon the ground

Rodyn was momentarily struck out of his mindset, when a flash of white fur came near. He turned his head, yellow eyes upon pristine fur and gave a nod. With slow even steps, he bent lower and moved towards her.

Upon a whisper he spoke. Hello. I'm Rodin Ardeth. Trader. There are weasels or I can help you bag bigger game, are you a fair hunter?

He didn't know if she would like help, but he was willing to see. He wasn't sure how many deer would be throughout here, but surely they could find at least one. But he wouldn't attempt such a hunt unless he was certain of his current company's prowess in hunting.