Dawnlark Plains Hungry, hungry

Yes, came her brief confirmation, and it was all that Randolf needed to tune his thoughts away from the white woman and towards the herd who's tracks they followed. The northman did not offer his own name in turn. That would come later - if she so desired to know his identity.

Such was the nature of life, there were often times when it was necessary to fight alongside the nameless. For now, he was content to remain anonymous as they moved towards a shared goal. 

Reaching the top of a small rise, he too noted the movement of the old doe in the undergrowth nearby, and the rest of the group further along. If they could prevent her from re-joining the others, it would be a much easier task to bring her down.

He could not read her mind, but the tilt of Sivaak's head suggested she'd had a similar thought. Silently, the northman nodded and began to retreat back the way they had come in an effort to leave the doe undisturbed until the woman's command. Once he was out of range, he intended to loop back around and slot himself between the old deer and the herd like a waiting panther.