Ouroboros Spine crawled out of the sea

The dove moved to seat herself near Sialuk with a grateful glance, wondering if perhaps she was imagining the rankling challenge festering between the two men until Raimo asked her to confirm the presence of the goats. The artisan restrained the urge to let her gaze shift between the pale bear and the dark woodsman questioningly -- uncertain who she would (or should) side with. She settled for the truth: "No. But I am sure that what Adrastus says is sound. Perhaps you had one, a target, in mind?" She directed the last words to the ivory deerstalker himself, spring gaze moving from amber-and-coffee to caramel. 

She glanced to Sialuk again, this time with approval at Raimo's next words. It was fitting now that they were a formal pack, at least for this first hunt. In the future it might do better to just let whomever had the first opening to fell their target make the killing blow. But this felt symbolic and it wasn't really the birdcaller's decision anyways. She waited patiently, green gaze returning to Adrastus as she expected him to speak next.