Moonspear There will come a soldier,

Hunting. Then perhaps that was the motion he had keyed into earlier, though he was too late to see it for himself. Subtly he sniffed, wondering what the quarry had been--though it had obviously not panned out for now, if she was still on the trail. He couldn't say.

As for him? Yeah, he nodded, a knowing glance with it before he tacked on extra. Sort of, he had not committed exclusively to the task of patrol, but since he was prowling, and keeping a close eye on things, he supposed it could count. I was just keeping watch. It's quiet. the yearling detailed. Then, as the thought occurred, he didn't really..know who she was. She probably didn't know him enough either. Not further than scent, which was all he had. I'm Antares. I know I smell you on guard, sometimes, he added as well, just to be up front about what he did know--that he wasn't missing everything.