The skald was not a difficult person to like, friendly, competent and willing to admit of her faults - but hunting with Imenry reminded her of when her brothers and father had invited her on their trips, always full of excited chatter and enthused for every game-animal taken whether the prize was theirs or not. Hilda imagined that Imenry would have been well at home in such a scenario, trading quips with Alaric and Lukas, the wolf-dogs wheeling and cavorting about her feet.
Imenry's sly commentary certainly spoke to her wit, and Hilda laughed at the image of, say, Ashya, discovering the origin and manufacture of sausage. Not a cruel laugh, of course, but Hilda would just as soon see the young lady spared that particular knowledge, even as her mouth was quirking in harmless good humour. "For some of dem, dey may haff neffar seen meat dot vas no butchered already. Ve vill tekk care, poor liebchens."
As for the other mountain-woman's offer? Hilda's smile might well rival the moon in brightness, so genuinely pleased to hear the offer was she. "Dot is ferry true. Mein father, he tetch me how to defend myself mit bow eef enemy come close -" she pantomimes smacking a foe with a bow across the head, and the carven bone witch-bow would probably have hit rather soundly on anything short of a darkspawn skull, "- bot I haff neffar had chance to test it, or learn more. Gunnarr vas alvays dere to protect me eef someting went wrong. Is past time I learn, ja? Und learning der bow is no difficult. Ve vill haff hyu shooting like der Black Fox in no time." As she spoke, she aided Imenry in denuding the deer of its hide, making sure there were no unseemly holes caused by knife rather than bolt or arrow, helping her drape it over the low tree-limb. It was potentially a very fine skin, for though the buck had been young he had been healthy, and it warmed Hilda somewhat that no part of his death would be in vain, for even his skin would give someone shelter. Deer-leather was rugged and supple, and once scraped and tanned there were innumerable things it coukd be used for.
Talk of herbs made Hilda even more animated, her hair swaying slightly as she spoke and gestured, triangle-knife for the moment wiped off and stowed away. "Mein sisters und der fimmen of fer fillage, ve keep a banya - a steam house, I tink is vord - only for plants. Is trick of mein mother's people, der witch-tribes, bot no alvays work. Air is thin, up in der mountains." Ah, a banya sounded awfully good about now, actually. Hilda had not seen a structure like it since leaving the Anderfels, and wondered if Fereldans had ever heard of their wonders. The note about the tastelessness of the native food make Hilda's sweet smile curve into gentle laughter once again. "I vill keep eye out, mebbe tetch hyu vot to look for, how to prepare der meat. Is jost like any odder skill, tekk practice und no much else."