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she'd followed at a comfortable distance, drawing close when small talk tossed between them before eventually drifting back again when silence took hold. she appreciated the lack of conversation, for time passed much quicker in the quiet than it did in forced chatter.

eventually they halted, the familiar sound of an elk surrounding the air about them. large game was not her strongest area of expertise, but she'd helped in acquiring several ungulates before, so she knew it not impossible.

her companion gave a suggestion, and she answered with a swift nod of her head. her nose tipped to the sky, the scents of their targets drifting towards the pair of them. "the wind is in our favor, it should be safe to approach from here without startling them."

they'd need to be cautious in their approach, for she'd witnessed one too many times the catastrophe of a poorly lead hunt.