Snapdragon Cabin.

Sid's eyes flick from the stew to her hand on his. Why did this have to feel so damn awkward? Considering how they had started out perhaps it made sense. Still he felt weird saying he wanted to be friends with her. Almost as if it was not the right words. Slowly he tears his hand from Cat's hand and meets her eyes. Inch by inch embarrassed smile creeps across his face.

"Considering what I do for a living, you'd think I wouldn't be afraid to ask someone to be friend. I go around fighting monsters and criminals, yet I am nervous about this. There must be something wrong with me. Ah, well thank you Cat, it is nice to have someone to talk to. Specter is great, but he is a quiet sort. Doesn't say much just sits there and judges me."

The wolf looks up and glares at him at that.

The great wolf ambled to his feet and came over to Cat. He collected his pets and scratches as were his due. There is a certain smug satisfaction in the wolfs demeanor. The shift to wry light heartedness is met with a sly smile and a playful retort.

"Well I need a dragon-sized ego, to keep up with your mule sized stubbornness!"

Sid cocks his eyebrow when Cat sticks her tongue out. He then says in a tone of utmost mock severity.

"Really Cat? Sticking your tongue out are you a child? I think I can measure a far better response."

Then in defiance of his words he makes a silly face before bursting into laughter. It felt good to laugh, it felt like forever since he had done so. He watched as the woman showered Specter with affection much to the wolf's delight. Well that was happening he set about cleaning up the remnants of breakfast. As he cleans he speaks.

"So what would you like to do next? Find another job? Go for a hunt? Relax for a few day? I'm open to suggestions."

Sid nodded along with her assessment. There was no harm in more work, but considering the last bounty they pulled in there was no pressing need. Considering the size of his ever growing stash he didn't really have a need in the first place. Perhaps a few days off would be alright.That left going out for a hunt. He didn't sport hunt either it was also business with him.

"Mostly just dried rations in the lock box and those are running low. Snapdragon rules say I need to refill it, so I guess a hunt it is. Plus I wouldn't mind some fresh meat. Hmm maybe we can stop by the farms and pick up some produce as well. Have a proper meal tonight."

Grinning Sid finishes washing up and grabs his bow and quiver from where he hung them. He then stepped outside Specter close on his heels. Giving a mighty stretch he wondered which direction he should go in. Looking to Specter the great beast lowers his nose and begins to sniff for deer.

Together with Cat, Sid takes off into the woods farther from the bank of the Mau. It isn't long before Specter directs their attention to a game trail. Following the tracks the two hunters would eventually come to a clearing. A small pond sits on the edge of the forest with a herd of deer grazing. The hunters have approached from down wind so the herd hasn't caught their scent yet. Still a stray step on a twig or too sudden movement will scatter them. Sid motions to Cat wordlessly indicating an older deer on the edge of the herd. Then he begins to slowly makes his way around the edge of the clearing to get a clean line of sight.

Sid nods his understanding. It was a risky strategy, but it could pay off... As long as they don't get trampled. Sid unslings his bow and knocks an arrow. He draws his bead and waits for the herd to start to move. When it does he will lead his target and unleash aiming for the neck. The broad head arrows he was using would open a large wound. Even if it was a clean wound the deer would eventually bleed out, so long as he hit of course.

The deers moved and Sid's arrow flew. He took his mark in the neck hitting an artery. The deer ran a few more paces before stumbling to the ground. He smiled, he wasn't the best shot and that had been a good one by his standards. He then watches as the herd scatters darting around him and Cat. From the looks of it her arrows hit their mark as well. He'd be able to refill the lock box with venison jerky easily. He gets up and hoists the deer onto his shoulders with a grunt. He waits for Cat to do the same and then heads back to the cabin. 

"High praise coming from you."

Sid says with a grin. There is no hint of sarcasm in his voice, indeed he sounds quite please. Cat was one of the best shots the bounty hunter had seen. He shifts his shoulders adjusting the weight of the deer. He had done this many times before, but it never got any more pleasent. There was something about carrying a body, even an animals that was unsettling. Still he can manage.

"I practive as much as I can and have since youth. The bow, the sword, tracking, stealth, tactics, survival. Those are the tools of my trade. I haven't mastered all of them, but I get by. You are phenomenal with that bow, though. Don't suppose you'd give me some tips?"

The ranger says this earnestly, but with a laugh. He would understand if she didn't want to help. They come upon his cabin and he sets the Deer down near the drying hut. He would stoke a fire first, then get to skinning.

Sid piles wood within the kiln of the smoke house. Once the fire is going he sets about skinning the deer. Practicing until he bled? He had done that before, more than once in fact. The man who taught him how to fight hadn't been kind. Slices of venison are laid out within the smoke house after being treated. The would dry out and become jerky reserves over a few hours.

"I don't shy from work Cat, never have hopefully never will. Still sounds tricky, sighting and drawing at the same time? Seems like a good way to have your shots go wild, though I suppose you are proof it isn't the case."