Redtail Rise whose woods these are I think I know

wordless. not unfamiliar here. Avicus understands the gift and submission immediately, and drags the hare over to the Rise's side of the border, intending on stashing it in a cache once this business is done.

you hunhh', she remarks, observant, not questioning. obviously, the woman hunts. she cocks her head. you fighh'? Avicus continues, then lifts her head and turns to the side, growling, snapping, a pantomime of battle before she resumes her usual cool command.

words aren't necessary. actions are what matter to Avicus.