His hunting partner came over and sniffed cautiously at the arrow that had brought an end to the deer’s flight. She didn’t seem to understand quite how it worked. Growing up with tools like this all his life, it still seemed odd to Dresden at times that there were other canines out there without similar experiences. He grinned slightly at her question, motioning to the bow at his feet. “A bow and arrow can be quite handy.” While she took the time to shift forms, the warrior cleaned the blood of his dagger with a few quick swipes against the grass and returned it to its sheath. He switched from crouching beside their kill to being fully seated on the ground.
Icy eyes watched as the girl took a hold of the arrow and examined it. She let out a noise of surprise when she accidentally pricked herself and Dresden shook his head. “Careful,” he cautioned after the fact, “it’s a bit sharp.” She introduced herself and the warrior returned it with a nod of greeting. “Dresden.” He lifted his bow from the ground and motioned to it slightly with his other hand. “I can show you how it works, if you’d like?” She clearly had little experience with the weapon, but if she had the interest, he would be willing to show her.