<blockquote><i>Silver</i>. He was genuinely unsure of her, himself, but she seemed to be at home here, which did well is easing his mind. Her quiet behavior seemed a contrast to the nervous natures of some of the other newcomers, and it was <i>refreshing</i>.
A simple nod would convey his permission for the shewolf to join the hunt, and his eyes would cut to Valiant as he spoke. It was quite humorous that he continued to be tormented by the ladies, even those who weren't stalking him across Relic Lore. Perhaps, with a little quality time and hard work spent hunting, Valiant and Silver could eventually come to see eye-to-eye.
Still, it was a fair question posed to Silver, and if she were, indeed, adept with her nose perhaps she'd like to scout out a target. The caribou were slowly but surely returning; deer were nearly always available, even in winter; even a decent-sized hog held potential. As it were, he would lead the activity if it were necessary, but the man was curious to see exactly what his packmates were capable of.</blockquote>