It was the kind of admission most men wouldn't have made, at least in Gretel's experience. She'd run into her share of idiots who thought they knew better than her simply because she was a woman, and failed to grasp that a lifetime of experience trumped anything having to do with gender. They fancied they were hunters, but their idea of hunting involved deer or rabbit or boar.
Gretel's idea of hunting involved something a lot more deadly, cunning, and dangerous.
"We can do this," Gretel answered, firm. "We need to move quickly but quietly. Right now I don't hear anything or anybody responding to flames. No animals are running this way. No people. We're going to move forward and listen. If we hear movement, let me take point and handle it. You're going to let me know if you see anything. That means if you see greenery shifting in a way that says something other than the wind moved. Okay? Quick. Quiet. No chatter, watch your step."