Big Salmon Lake Tonight's Main Dish is You

“Alright,” the male responded. He wasn't too sure that she was completely up to par, but if she said she was fine, then who was he to say something different? The chances of the woman knowing more about herself than Kove did was great, even if she did have amnesia. “Follow my lead, then.” The man's body lowered into a crouch as he spoke, head turning away from the darker creature in order to look ahead. He sniffed at the air a bit more to be sure he was about to go in the right direction, and once satisfied by the scents that came to him, he started at a slow trot towards the Northeast.

The process of finding the deer had taken longer than what was wanted, but Kove didn't complain. He wasn't the one starving, after all, and he didn't stop to consider the toll all the moving around might be taking on the woman. Even if he had, all those thoughts would have vanished the second he saw the deer, using their hooves to dig at the thin layer of snow to reach whatever might linger below. Lowing himself closer to the ground, he threw a look to the raven coated lupine, then nodded towards a doe farther off to the side. It was a smaller one, probably not yet fully grown, but it had an unhealed wound on one of it's hind legs. The perfect target for a quick hunt. “If we can herd that one away from the rest of the herd, it shouldn't be much longer until you're able to fill your stomach,” he said, voice hardly above a whisper.