There was an almost annoying tone to her voice, the way she moved with a loud sort of arrogance. The kind that nearly almost turned him on...almost. Gekirin turned to face her, not wanting to continue to stir up trouble with someone that wasn't quite yet worth it. Better to keep his cool rather then give in to the namesake he was given. Better for her to not find out the hard way and end up on the poor end of the stick. Instead the black beast kept his eyes on the woman, pondering her question.

No, hunting has been a drag here. Nearly everywhere actually. This cursed darkness over the land and frozen conditions are making it hard to find anything worth while. I can't imagine you are faring any better. His voice was smooth but still held a slight rough edge to it. Golden eyes were filled with a tired and glossy look to them, hinting at the inner turmoil he had been running away from. Another problem to deal with at another time. What do I call the one that stalks me? Gekirin asked with a slightly raised eyebrow, awaiting what ever clever answer she might have for him next.