Hunting in a party? Now that was something Vervain hadn't had the pleasure of doing in a very long time indeed. She set off at the appointed time dressed in her furs and leathers, wild curls pulled into a high tail and her blue eyes bright as the coming dawn. She had barely any of her original quiver of arrows yet, so the fletching was plain on most of them - some still bore the bright feathers of Northwind, though. Her bow, too, was slung across her shoulder, and she approached the little group and its snow-fox guardian with a grin.
Rory she hadn't met and the fox she didn't recognise, but Remi she would know anywhere. "I wasn't aware that you had hunting partners other than me these days," she chided him playfully, before nodding to the others. "A pleasure to meet you. Shall we hunt some deer?"
Rory she hadn't met and the fox she didn't recognise, but Remi she would know anywhere. "I wasn't aware that you had hunting partners other than me these days," she chided him playfully, before nodding to the others. "A pleasure to meet you. Shall we hunt some deer?"
