She noticed how stiffly the woman responded, and decided to drop the issue of packs and homes all together; she certainly seemed tense around Sepirah, despite her best attempts to seem friendly. Perhaps it was the scent of Inferni that permeated Sepirah's fur - the pack was not known for its kind demeanor, and the skulls spiked on its borders did not help its image in the eyes of wolves and mutts alike.
She grinned as the woman agreed to go hunting with her - although she did not gleam any useful information, she still could bring paraphernalia such as furs or even antlers to Inferni.
She watched as Sonje told her horse to stay; it seemed quite obedient, as the horse snorted and then did not move an inch after them. Sepirah, of course, would be taking her beloved serpentine companion hunting as well - he was calm now, rather than writhing and active, so he would not hinder the experience. She moved forward at Sonje's invitation, removing her dagger from the brace on her foot.
She began to move forward, sniffing in the air different scents - scents of too-small prey such as squirrels or mice filled the air, but so did other scents - one that stood out was the faint scent of deer on the edge of her nose. Indicating for the woman to follow her, she began to move quickly towards the scent of deer, drawing closer to the source.