Whitefish River and the ships are left to rust

she accepts Aure's words with silence. yes, she is disadvantaged when bringing down the kind of prey the huntress prefers, but rodents, birds and hares would suit her well - she's small and quick and nimble, a lot of things that Dawn is not. 

"since I was a child." she replies, and shifts. this movement is not entirely missed by the deer, though they continue grazing - a flick of ears in their direction, perhaps made aware by their soft voices. she does not mind; the hunt is not her goal here, not yet. 

"and birds? you would be well suited. quick and nimble, much like them." unless she's working in a pair, or utilizing one of two well-honed tactics, birds seem to evade her much more easily than most prey. her gaze shifts to the woman, comfortable with the ease of their conversation.