The Heartwood inuusik ✾

he dips his muzzle low to breathe in the scent of their target, honeyed eyes narrowing as she goes on to describe the tusked beast. "boar." he'd never downed one of them personally, but was well aware of the dangers that came with hunting them. they were fast, crafty, and had a set of chompers that could dish out some serious damage if the two of them weren't preforming at their best.

with that all said, he thought himself and the pale sylph to be more than capable of downing one. "i'll distract it while you go in for the kill?" he suggested with a tilt of his head, curious as to whether or not she may want to switch roles or go with a different plan altogether.