Bitterroot Valley she had been forced into prudence in her youth,

mahler's gaze had narrowed, fastening to the deer indicated by imaq. she spoke softly, and he gave a nod. best to do it this way, and he was in admiration of her strategy. there was of course the danger that the herd would turn upon the small duskfire woman, or otherwise cut her with their sharp hooves.
in that instance, mahler would turn his energies to protecting imaq.
but he did not think that they would fail,
"i vill vait here," he told her, indicating a low rise with a smudge of brush to keep him at least partially hidden. and close enough to observe the huntress, to watch over her and also see the patterns of the glacier wolves.