Cedar Sweep Little Weasels Upon the ground

"Natshana," she greets him with her name and a respectful nod. "I am an apothecary by trade, but I hunt well enough to have survived thus far," is her honest answer.  By no means does she intend to deceive this pack wolf. "If you are more skilled than I, perhaps you should take point." Whatever it takes to raise their chances of a successful hunt, she'll do.  Training her eyes back on the immediate area around them, she allows herself a moment to smell what is on the wind.  There is quite a bit of a small game, maybe a young deer or two.  Her harvest moon gaze returns to Rodyn with an expression that suggests she will follow his lead.