His response nearly caused Frigette to gut him right there. What sort of weak talk was that from a hunter of Silent Rise? Especially from a drow. How had he even survived this long? Of course he hadn't noticed her, that was the entire point of being stealthy. Maybe he was just submissive toward females, she'd met a few drow like that, but it had been several years. If they hadn't been so close to the herd, she might've scoffed. Take a few and sell them? He probably knew nothing about these deer, nor how to harvest the horns.

The moment guilt passed over his face, she knew he was just another ignorant greenhorn for sure. He would honestly be better off dead if he stayed like this. But the wind might carry the scent of his blood and spook the herd. And it wasn't like she could kill him a second time if that happened. If she left him to his own devices, he'd probably just get lost and stumble back. She didn't dare take him into the trees, so it would be on foot from this point forward. 

Eyes still full of ice, she hissed, [color=6ecff6][i][b]"Do as I do, be silent."[/b][/i][/color] Moving past him, her foot falls seemed to naturally avoid twigs, leaves, plants, her balance on the balls of her feet. She skirted the bush peering around to see that the herd had relaxed a bit. An adult buck was eating within bow shot range. But she didn't draw her recurve yet, staying and watching. Turning toward the greenhorn, she mouthed wordless, using hand signals for him to simply watch the herd.