Hotaru is certainly not expecting company on this particular hunt, but being downwind is a direction all hunters must follow, which means the arrival of a newcomer is hard to ignore. Especially with such a sophisticated, admirable setup. Hotaru can admit she is impressed by the sled and the magnificent team of dogs hitched to it. Normally she would not bother to team up with a stranger, especially with food and hide on the line. But unfortunately she also knows as soon as her arrow takes down one of their members, the rest of the herd will flee a considerable distance, which will rob the other hunter of a kill.
Now, Hotaru doesn't generally care about how her actions impact people, but old habits die hard. Especially in this land so alike her old kingdom. She knows the struggle of going hungry as the weather grows colder, and it's not a fate she wishes on the other person. Plus if they both try to race each other to the kill without knowing each other's positions, there's the (small, but not nonexistent) potential of injury to the other huntress.
Sighing in exasperation (mostly at herself, for being so uselessly empathetic) she spins on her heel and lifts her arm high into the air to hail the other person, backtracking to meet in the middle. As she moves closer it becomes apparent that the other hunter is a woman, and Hotaru drops her hood to bare her face as she approaches. "Thought it would be safer to join up," she calls out when she's certain they're close enough that her raised voice won't alert the herd. "We can coordinate a double takedown if that works for you? Better than one of us losing out." With a coy smile she readjusts her bow. "My name's Hotaru."
Now, Hotaru doesn't generally care about how her actions impact people, but old habits die hard. Especially in this land so alike her old kingdom. She knows the struggle of going hungry as the weather grows colder, and it's not a fate she wishes on the other person. Plus if they both try to race each other to the kill without knowing each other's positions, there's the (small, but not nonexistent) potential of injury to the other huntress.
Sighing in exasperation (mostly at herself, for being so uselessly empathetic) she spins on her heel and lifts her arm high into the air to hail the other person, backtracking to meet in the middle. As she moves closer it becomes apparent that the other hunter is a woman, and Hotaru drops her hood to bare her face as she approaches. "Thought it would be safer to join up," she calls out when she's certain they're close enough that her raised voice won't alert the herd. "We can coordinate a double takedown if that works for you? Better than one of us losing out." With a coy smile she readjusts her bow. "My name's Hotaru."
i'm not scared of your stolen power
I see right through you at any hour
I see right through you at any hour
