Nights were for hunting, and these days trailing his prey. He'd cast his net out, now it was waiting for the right moment to strike. Patience was the hunter's game, and he had plenty of that in stock. These days, he send his warriors out for the hearts, trusting them enough but knowing hunting a god was a bit beyond their reach.
So when he returned home it was alone, and hungry. He was looking forward to the blood and meat that would give him energy back. Even so, he still noticed the presence and saw the figure. He knew it well enough, and the stab of pain was something he was used to.. Part of him wanted to keep walking, but he didn't listen to it. Instead he stopped near her. "Lowering your guard is unwise. Even for you."