The Sunspire a man of words and not of deeds

It wasn't exactly a warm greeting, especially with the look she gave his empty hip, but could he blame her? Phox was obviously missing a piece of himself, and it was only rational for her to be doubtful of his abilities. Hell, he was doubtful of his abilities. He'd only been back to the real world for a little while, and he hadn't had much practice hunting anything besides the rabbit he'd gotten for the nameless skinny thing. Maybe practicing with a stranger would be less embarrassing if he messed it up. Besides, the deer was already injured; how bad could it be?

He nodded back as she barked directions, her slight accent not going unnoticed. It was endearing.

She shot off, and Phox realized he should probably hop to it (pun intended). It was still pretty difficult to move terribly fast, but he managed to barely keep up, his hind leg like a strange pogo stick behind him.