Fortunately the woman didn’t put up a fuss about the fact that rabbits were the best source of food they were likely to get right now, especially with just the two of them. If she had complained, the Whitestone healer might have been inclined to leave her to it. He was doing her a favour and she should be grateful.
Her next words caught him off guard and caused him to question her again. The way she spoke seemed to imply that she that she was planning on sticking around the lowlands for at least some of the foreseeable future. Lorcan had to find out why. “I didn’t think that a loner would really plan to stay around here for that long.” He stated, giving her a suspicious look. “Have you got business around here?” The last time that he had encountered a loner lingering around the lowlands, that loner had gone on to help form a pack there. Winter had been difficult enough with both Whitestone and the Rye wolves, he doubted the land could support another pack.
He would still agree to hunt with her though. Maybe he would be able to get more information out of her if he helped her catch some food. Lorcan nodded silently in response to her comment, before gesturing for her to follow him as he turned away to begin sniffing at the snow. Thankfully the woman moved in to follow after him. He was grateful to not have to traipse behind her tail end.
The agouti male was busy sniffing at the snow, searching for any hint of rabbits nearby when the tawny woman offered up her name. Russet ears fell back against his head when he realised how rude he had been, he hadn’t even introduced himself. “My apologies, ma’am.” He murmured, lifting his head from the snow to turn back to face her. “I’m Lorcán, healer of Whitestone.” It felt nice to mention his title, a title he had worked hard to earn. He gestured towards the great monadnock with his muzzle, before looking back at her with his tail raised proudly behind him. If she was indeed a loner hoping to start another pack around here, at least now she could not say that she wasn’t aware of who else inhabited these lands.
Turning his attention back to the snow, nostrils flared as he moved around in now particular direction. His paws carried him in twists and turns as he tried to catch a whiff of the rabbits. If they were lucky they would find some fresh prints in the snow that they could follow. A cloud of steam huffed from his nose as he narrowed in on an area where he had caught a faint scent. Golden eyes lit up when he spotted a faded rabbit print in the snow and with an excited wagging of his tail, Lorcan followed the trail...only for the tracks to disappear beneath freshly fallen snow. He glanced back to @Cheedo to see if she was having any better luck.