Kostya flinched as he heard somebody nearby him and lost his grip on the arrow, which shot off in the general direction of the deer. As it happened this turned out to have helped Kostya, as the arrow struck a tree directly ahead of the deer, causing the animal to flinch and change direction. Apparently it had forgotten where Kostya was, or was just very stupid, as it started off away from the tree line, moving diagonal to him.
Still in a hunting mindset Kostya quickly scanned his head across to the source of the voice, noticed the non-aggressive posture and splinted arm and promptly ignored her, sure that she wasn't a threat. Instead his focus switched back to the deer, which was still in sight. Taking the females advice he calmed himself before this shot, taking time to aim is ahead of the moving deer.
Kostya gave a low, happy, growl as his arrow struck the deer in the neck, sending it tumbling to the floor in a twitching heap. However his growl soon turned to one of pain as he began to stand up from his crouched posture and a shot of pain ran through him. Looking down small but steadily growing spots of red against the white of his bandages confirmed that he should have waited a few more days before coming out hunting.
Still, nothing he could do about that now. With a heavy sigh he pushed the pain to the back of his mind and turned to regard the female who had surprised him. The female was a blonde coloured wolf, about a foot shorter than himself with an odd design dyed into her fur and as he had noticed before, one arm in a splint. Giving up on the whole "standing-up" thing Kostya instead dropped into a more comfortable crouch, wincing and holding his stomach as he did so. When he was confortable he glanced at the stranger, looking up at her with less suspicion than he normally would; it would be pretty unusual to give hunting tips to someone you were trying to hurt.
"Thanks I guess, I was losin' mah' temper a bit with that one." Pain and elusive prey did not combine to make a happy Kostya, and he would have probably lost that deer completely without an outside influence to disturb his anger, "The names Kostya." He greeted in a friendly tone, holding out a hand in greeting. As he did so he kept both his head and ears high, communicating that the crouch was because of the pain and not a submissive gesture.
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