Ouroboros Spine vi. two hands longing

"No," the girl laughed again, though her brow quirked to vaguely reflect his expression -- thinking it an odd question but perhaps the yearling was merely too serious for her own good. "I aspire to be a Naturalist, you see," she informed Zane matter-of-factly, giving a slight nod of her fallow crown. "And I have a fond spot for studying birds amongst the other creatures of the woods." This came in the tones of admission, the herdstalker shrugging lightly. 

"Are you one of the Hunters?" she asked him, thinking of the pantherine shadow that seemed to be the head of the village's hunting party. She'd never gotten around to asking him who her other packmates were -- he was scary enough without her pestering and plying him  with questions -- but the leaders had made it out to seem as if all the men were Hunters. The dove only sought to confirm what she thought she already knew.