Dawnlark Plains Rush

Zahir was anything but weak, and she told him with a soft snort, "I fend for myself just fine." But then, he asked if she wanted help. Zahir fell silent. She rarely helped others, but here he was, offering to help her catch something large. She would be a fool to pass up this chance.

Zahir nodded. "A deer should feed me for some days, perhaps longer." She would not thank him, but instead said, "I will lead the chase." Perhaps he would fell it for her.