Sun Mote Copse again, a place to fall

A fawn? Hmm. A swish of her tail marked her thoughts. I have nothing better to do. I will come.

There seemed to be much deliberation in the face of the hunter-singer. Perhaps about the fact that there were only two of them to hunt? Or how many the fawn could feed? Or... Spill your thoughts, she gently coaxed. Where would you like to begin? Be my guide, if you will - I am not an adept hunter.

A'yan took another whiff of the wind and noticed the scent of the fawn and the doe. Previously, she had only smelled the prey, but had not the distinguished the two. Impressive for the red-furred boy to know to tell the two apart. You have a sharp sense for prey, she remarked. You sing of hunt? Who taught you?