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a flicker of a smile tugged at his lips, then, as she agreed. he began to move. no trouble. he said. nose risen as to drink in the scents of the forest. nothing close, now, after he had hunted the rabbit. they would have to continue further.

it is part of forneskja loyalty, a firm nod of his head seemed to finalise his words. and then, a shrug: but i also simply wish to aid. rökkur slows for a moment, turning to look at the mauve woman, should she be following.

do you smell anything? mouse scent was faint in the air, but he wanted her confirmation before continuing onwards. sense of smell was, in rökkur's opinion, the most important part of hunting. the second, stealth.

even the weak could learn to hunt, should they be quick, silent.