Ouroboros Spine Dutiful Hunter

He greeted her kindly. Something she herself was growing in tune to. It was refreshing, really, to see so many with spirited hearts and warm souls. 

Sivullik, Nasamik knew this term. I welcome the pleasure of our first meet, firsthunter. I am Nasamik. She returned a soft smile, eyes placed upon him while her ears remained keen upon the bellowing sounds of the herd. 

This hunter was keen to see the work done. He even had a strategy well prepared. A simple one, but it was better than marching in blindly.

With their differed sizes, it seemed almost too obvious who should take which role. But he did not appear too new to this art, so she could not scorn him for the question. 

I am smaller, nimble. You are larger than I... more strength to pressure the creature and forcibly subdue them. I will herd it, you may take first attack. Their ways of speaking in sense of the hunt were slightly different, but in the end, they both had the same idea. 

Nasamik waited now, expecting either acceptance or denial of her suggestions. He was called firsthunter, so it seemed only fitting that he have the final say in their plans.