[The nudge makes her look at him, raising an eyebrow. It wasn't like it had been particularly impressive at the time, especially because of the way she'd ultimately made the kill. By the way he says 'it was you' makes her think he's heard about the Seelie man who did it, though she does shrug that off. Instead, she tugs her legs out from under her and splays them, leaning back on her hands.]

I'd gone out earlier that month to train, when I heard about th' hunt in a town I was passin' through. My father had taught me how to hunt an' hawk since I was wee, an' I thought there would be no better way to prove my skills. [To herself, but she doesn't say that.] It took me a day or two to track him down from where I had been, weather permittin', an' I rode through th' forest, keepin' my bow ready.

[She hummed a little, sorting through her memories. Though she's discerned the time difference between the Drabwurld and her home, it still feels like it had been two years ago and not just last year.]

Although my first shot was, ah, misplaced, I gained a huntin' companion in th' Unseelie general, Saber. Th' forest went quiet, reverently so, an' we waited, listened. There was th' snap of a branch, an' I saw giant antlers, th' gleam of a white coat. Saber took th' first shot, headed him off. I went to send him off course, frighten him off into another direction where I could shoot him clearly.

He scampered, I shot, strikin' his neck. His head swung an' Angus leaped to miss his antlers, throwin' me off. [Her cheeks burned a light pink.] But I made th' kill.