Redtail Rise Around in the shade,

faust nods at the mention of caribou, his expression thoughtful. dione, he repeats, a name that seems to carry its own weight. he watches her settle back into a relaxed posture, and a flicker of understanding passes through him. her confidence, her calm—it’s familiar, something he respects.
the herd is plentiful, he says, his voice calm, but with an edge of pride. we eat more than well. he lets the silence linger for a moment, considering her words. the hint of curiosity in her voice is not lost on him.
hunting alone does make it dangerous, he agrees, his amber eyes shifting back to the south where the herd roams. if you’re hungry, i’d be glad to hunt with you. his offer is simple, no strings, just the practicality of shared survival. a bit of extra strength never hurts.