Catching a doe seemed like a lot of work. Ate was not a hunter of animals. Animals knew when to run, they were swift and clawed and their instincts were keen. Humans were soft creatures, easier creatures, but far more satisfying to take down because of their understanding. To catch a human merely meant drawing them in; to catch a deer meant actually having to work at it.
"Why don't you just go knock on the door," Ate asked her brother, turning her attention back to him after discarding the doe idea. "Feigning friendship and a break from the deer hunting she thinks you're doing out here?"