Deepwood Weald so blissful i press on

The division of labor was more than fair in what was suggested, but Dirge drew it out with a thoughtful sound, head canting to further the illusion he needed to consider their arrangement. As much as he tended to go at things alone, many things were in fact easier with company that much was true. Especially in regards to hunting; it was a fool's errand to think one wolf had high hopes for success against larger game, and suicidal missions were not apart of his repertoire. So his deliberation on the matter was short.

"Why waste the opportunity? The day is young and I'm sure we could find something to make it worth our while," he decided. The forest was bound to have something in it to both whet and sate their appetites. Dirge smiled then at the prospect, already abandoning the idea of hare; it was a long and thin grin, not without its teeth but not so much to seem menancing. Eager, perhaps.

"How are you for tracking—perhaps you've stumbled across such a quarry...?"