Braith held her hand out at him, palm down. Stay flat, be quiet.
Lars reached him first and gave the hunting dog a handful of dried beef as a reward. "We could keep him with us," Lars said. "We're downwind of them. Moth can circle them in this brush and make them break towards us."
"A stalk's better, if it's just us two," Braith said, and petted Mothboy between the ears.
"Then let's get the others - Pease and Athel'll be shitty if you don't at least get them. Plus we need the archers. Elk don't travel in twos."
"It'll take half the day getting them back here," Braith said, and stood with a sigh. "And let me deal with Pease'n Athel. What's wrong? You've been bragging about getting better with that bow."
She looked at home in the novice Stormcloak unifor