Deepwood Weald We're up all night playing video games

Oh, no, you didn't! he said with a beam, and it was mostly true, because who was he kidding? Fat fellow like him, he wouldn't catch a hare in a million years by himself, they were much too fast and fleet of foot. Even if he found the slowest hare in all of the world, he would be unlikely to catch it because he couldn't turn quick enough to follow. If he hoped to be a hunter of any sort, he was likely restricted to large game, which required a pack. There wasn't much he could do to improve on that on his own, having never even seen a hunt.

Was just getting some hunting practise in, he admitted, fixing her with a boyishly soft expression. What brings you here? Maybe she lived here and was familiar with the best hunting places, or perhaps she was another lone wolf looking for a place to stay. Then again, he reconsidered with a curious sniff, she smelled like others. No one he recognized, and quite different from the smell of the sea as well. One question at a time though.