Arn snapped his head back to the door he had been absently knocking at while trying to see if he could catch another sight of the mysterious woman.  As a child, he had heard stories of a woman dressed in black that would come and take children away.  The premise was that kids who were bad were no better than carrion and as such since crows were nature’s janitors, it was assumed that the lady in dark was a crow lady.  His childish fears were tempered by his current knowledge of how wild crows actually behaved.  The were observant, cautious and times picky of the carrion they eat.  It would make sense that it could be said that the kids that were not good would be at the very least be food for the crows.  Arn knew that spoiling meat would have a bad effect on the environment and as such crows were very important part of the cycle of life and keeping things in balance.  Chaos was not something that was tolerated in nature.

To the hunter’s sad acknowledgement however, chaos was something that was almost an inevitability in the human existence.  This feeling was reinforced as an outburst of sound followed the meekly, annoyed greeting from the Hall owner’s son, Dallen.  Had Arn been a scurrying animal, the sound would have sent him running for his burrow, a tree or anywhere far away from the shouting match that was ensuing in the inside of the hall.  Arn did not have to wonder much to assume that the look sported by the man who was before him was a consequence of perhaps a multitude of such events.  He did not keep up much with the nuances of the society he visited every now and then but from what he could gather and remember, the older boy who had disrespected him belonged to a heavy set woman who was family of the owner.  

In the wild, such altercations would result in banishment.  A had too much to worry surviving to deal with non productive and combative members.  The Alpha had a responsibility of correcting such deficiencies.  They needed nothing but complete compliance from the pack members, if another member wanted control, a challenge would ensue.  In this situation however, it seemed that the power struggle was between more than two adversaries.  Arn shook his head, both incredulous at the current predicament and to answer the question that Dallen had posed. 

He took one step back, as if to allow the owner’s son the ability to step out and close the door behind him to conduct their business.  Regardless of if the action taken by the Mead Hall’s owner son, Arn answered in a gruff voice.  [color=0054a6]“No trade, deal.”[/color]  He moved towards his make shift sled and moving aside of the furs, revealed two hind shanks and two flanks of what could be none other than from an Elk.  [color=0054a6]“You can have this to smoke or salt.  I just want a share.” [/color] The deal was pretty simple,  There was no way the hunter would be able to eat or process such a large amount of food.  The Hall would have the hands and resources available for that.  It should be a mutually beneficial arrangement. 

From what he had gathered from Bauld, successful hunting had been impeded by the mysterious force working in the wilds.  Indeed, it had taken Arn a longer time to track this particular elk.  It seemed to not be following the usual patters.  It was almost as if it was spooked or avoiding something that also prowled the hunting grounds. 

Arn’s hazel eyes studied the face of Dallen, he wondered if the man would find the extra work welcoming or offensive.  To be fair, the hunter had done the majority of the hard work.  He had cut and dressed the flanks expertly removing the meat at the bone but keeping the top layer of fur intact to help prevent any bugs of dirt to get on the meat.  The haunches still sported the bone but Arn knew that this could be used to create broths.  He had buried the meat in ice to freeze it in preparation for the journey to the village.  Even now, it was still cold and firm.  He had covered it in moist and clean leaves to prolong the freshness.  The hunter knew that the amount of meat and the way it was dressed, to and experienced eye would be most pleasing.  

The hunter extended his weathered and callused hand beneath from under his makeshift fur cloak and offered it to the man.  His eyes were firm but not threatening as he looked for a response from his customer.  Even if the man refused, he could still trade the pieces to other people in the village.  Meat was always a welcomed commodity.  He liked how they prepared their meat however so the trade was beneficial to the hunter too. 

His voice has a questioning but not worried tone as he spoke [color=0054a6]"deal?"[/color]