The sound of snapping rope flooded the air, rows upon rows of birds flying to the sky at the sudden crack. Astra equipped a knife from a makeshift bag she carried, digging into the hide of what seemed like a deer, the blood pooling the floor she stood on.
"You're surprisingly capable at hunting," Zelr commented, meeting Astra's annoyed gaze, her cold stare causing the hunter to freeze in his tracks.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, causing the hunter to rethink his words, the man's hands raised slightly as to show he meant no harm.
"No disrespect, I assure you," He muttered, his gaze wandering to the deer that's being slowly drained by gravity. "Though I must say, I expected you to take your wolf friend with you, not me, someone that almost took your hand…"
"Fair," she grunted, getting back to tearing at the deer's lifeless flesh. "If it were any deeper than what you did, my hand would've been useless…"
