I understand. It is no longer just we two. Now we are pack. You are right, I told him humbly. But this evening, I intend to hunt with you. The Scentless One may come too, if he wishes. He could be a good hunter, did he try, for his scent could never give him away. ‘He not only offers to share meat, he invites you to hunt with us this evening.’ I had expected the Fool to decline. Even at Buck he had never shown any inclination toward hunting. Instead he inclined his head gravely toward Nighteyes and told him, ‘I would be honoured.’
