Vesper found the idea of people having 'hunting grounds' assigned to them ridiculous. She wasn't sure of other Cano, but when she ran into another hunter not from her tribe, she simply nodded, made sure they passed on by, and waited for a few moments before moving on with her fathe- No, with Klamath and Hood now. Besides, Vesper had gone too far past the town's limits and what the Cano could 'claim' as their own.
"Animals are usually in the deeper part of the forest if they're insomniacs," She took her hand away from the pocket and her expression softened to her usual pleasant expression. Vesper wouldn't call herself as hunter with a capital 'H', but that's what she was attempting to do.
There was a glance at the apple before she picked up her cloth of the dried meat and berries and without thought offered some to the other woman. It was second nature by now, the gesture akin to breathing, "My usual hunting partners had no desire to go out. I'm sort of doing Christmas shopping because Macy's closed down in Portland a few years back."