*eyes you rather warily, but has to admit to herself that it doesn't seem like you're testing her in some way (and it's pretty rare that she sees you smile)*
*honestly* I can't picture you out hunting. *but the weird thing is, looking at you now, she can sort of picture it, when you're sitting there all relaxed and even a bit sloppy (for you), barefoot and in t-shirt and jeans and still tanned, for all autumn's efforts* *mutters and turns another page* Not animals, anyway.