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There was but a brief silence that followed Raiden's offering of his name, though in truth, despite the expected customs of society he would not have found it offensive if she had chosen not to give him her name in return. Raiden was as comfortable with the silence as a bird was comfortable soaring in the sky. He did not find it necessary to fill every silence with idle, pointless chatter. Besides, they were just two wanderers and it was probably better for her that she not stay in his vicinity for long; and while territorial instincts were a small, though hardly insignificant player in the game, it was not the major player. The Ripper stirred when Raiden slumbered, reveling in the shades of night that Raiden (perhaps childishly) seem to cower from. Raiden had deduced and accepted the fact that his life would be a solitary one a long time ago. He did not grieve the simplistic truth. He was a killer, he would always be a killer. It was what he had been raised, honed like a weapon to do. Company, given this, was not something Raiden preferred by nature.
The fiery woman gave her name in return – one that he wasn't planning on repeating because Raiden was not sure he would be able to speak it without unintentionally butchering it. Instead he nodded, unsure if she had caught the gesture of acknowledgement or not, hoping that if she did that it would suffice. After the fiery woman had fallen silent once more, Raiden did not make any moves to break it until he began to near his private cache. "It's just up ahead," Raiden announced just in case sge were not paying close attention to his movements. It would be awkward if she had accidentally ran into him or something. Not soon after Raiden had broken the comfortable silence that had settled upon them did he come across the amount of freshly moved snow and dirt. Digging away, he shoveled a pile of freshly disturbed earth, reaching in to tug the left flank of the sickly fawn he had taken down earlier.
He set it down in the space between them, nudging it a few inches towards her before he turned back to his cache and promptly began to fill it, making a mental note to make an extra trip to counter weight the loss if the fawn's flank. As he carefully flicked the final bits of dirt mixed snow back in the place he turned to sea blue eyes to his brief companion. "It was nice meeting you." Raiden offered in a soft, genuine tone, tipping his head to her once before he disappeared into the tree line, knowing that he would circle back after he was sure she had departed to make sure nothing had been stolen from his cache like the suspicious predator he was.