"Amazin'ly, not a single one of those were on my list," he admits, nonplussed by the passing rant. Oddly, he doesn't feel any need to answer the energy or the way he's looked over with any more than that. He could feel the readiness coiled in the small of his spine, the readiness that sat easily in him.

"Good news must be that with the woods lookin' like this, you should see any game. How you plan on killin' it?"

Since they were focused on it, he had questions.