Cedar Sweep Black swan

As he watched her move, scanning the surroundings with unwavering diligence, he couldn't help but admire her determination. She was completely absorbed in her task, a clear sign of passion. He respected that. In a world where so few took their responsibilities seriously, it was refreshing to see someone so dedicated.

Do you have herbs memorized, or are you just bluffing and hoping to find something worthwhile? His tone held no sarcasm, just genuine curiosity. It was fascinating to watch her work, so sure-footed and steady.

Aw, where's the fun in that? he teased lightly.

Her focus didn't waver, so he shifted the conversation. What is there to say about hunting? It goes as well as it can. I don’t have trouble finding meals, if that’s what you’re asking.

He paused for a moment before continuing, his voice quieter, more reflective. It’s thrilling, the chase, the capture, the kill. It’s… freeing.

Careful not to reveal too much, he let the words linger, allowing just enough of himself to slip through.