He was quicker at picking up the obvious than she had been. As a child she had been much more curious as to why the animals fell for the trap rather than the wait or how far up the tree she could get. In a way he reminded her of her brother although he spoke more. Much more. His strategy was sound and she gave a delighted laugh and another clap, though this one was silenced by the bottle in her hand.
She ignored his question for a few moments, trying to decide if this was the correct choice of action. Gut wise she felt there was nothing else to be done. The grass here was tall and the trees sparse. Still the few tall trees she spotted might be better for deer. Or at least for her to try and climb a tree for a better shot. Nodding her head firmly she muttered a quite yes.
“This,” she began, once more holding it up as she walked and slowing so he could see it better,
“is deer urine. Once we are closer to the trees I can sprinkle a few drops and the scent may attract others. We can hide in the trees. Ah, there is a small problem though.”She paused, now unsure of how to go about. If they were lucky they could do as she and her brother used to. Covering themselves in a layer of mud or—she hoped not again—dung and waited for their prey. The winds would carry the necessary scent but it would also carry theirs.
“We will have to coat ourselves in something to mask us. Or we can try to stay downwind of the deer if any come about.”
She stopped talking to try and gauge the distance but her mind was beginning to pull her towards the fact that they had no cover currently. And she did not wish to think of what else the scent could bring about. Last time her idiot brother had let out a scent too close to a mother bears den and it had not ended pleasantly for anyone.
Still she trekked on though. Letting the silence reign as for began to sprinkle bits here and there the closer they got, hoping by doing it this way they could also see when other strange animals would come. She was not even sure of what the hunters of their lands looked like, she only heard whispers. Running a hand through her hair she wished she had brother a tie for pieces continuously feel and stuck to her face. And by the time she had reached the clearing she was tempted to cut it all off. Except it was not a clearing.
"There is not anything here to truly cover ourselves so we will have to hope the deer cannot smell us before it comes in range. If not we can begin tracking it if nothing else."It was more of a spatter of trees growing about the taller grasses. She hoped the animals in this region were not green or else they would find nothing. Point to a smaller tree she began a quicker walk to it, pouring what was left of the vial.
“Up here we can wait.” Climbing, of course proved to be much more difficult than she had originally thought. She found her hands burning and scraping against the bark painfully and pulling herself up over the branch was just as much of a pain. The wind whooshing out of her with a soft ‘oomph’ as she ended up slung over the branch like a sack of apples. Looking over at her companion she spoke swiftly, not in embarrassment but more annoyance at herself,
“May I ask you to give me a boost?”