Dirk
*The figure of a Macen prowling across the mountain peaks could be seen, though not immediately visible to Circine. His hair was raven, with an iridescent sheen, just like the one found on the feathers of the bird. Pale, almost sickly looking skin covered his body, and an almost permanent blush crossed his face, though it may have just been the cold. The icy wind blew his hair into his eyes, but it wouldn't be enough to conceal his ice blue eyes, and the silver flecks within. With his bowstring drawn back, and his heavy fur coat cloaking his body, he would let an arrow fly, taking down one of the deer that in Circines view.*
Larry
*The sound of an arrow downing a deer hit him before he saw the slumped over body, the centaur looking about for the source. He clearly wasn't under attack, and had simply come into another hunter's range - but some were more hostile than others. He produced his thin metal flute, holding it to his lips and blowing hard, a shrill low note carrying across the winds nearby, filling the mountains around him.*
Dirk
*The disguised Kitsune cringed as the shrill noise hit his ears. Slowly, he would emerge from the snow, approaching his prey, as well as searching for the source of the noise. Eventually, he'd stare right at Circine, a slightly irritated expression on his face. For what appeared to be a Macen, he sure had good hearing..*
Larry
*The centaur would raise an apologetic hand, trotting closer into view - his horse body, covered in his thick caparison, clear to see from the kitsune's position.*
Dirk
*Ishikawa blinked at the Centaur, not expecting to see one this far up in the mountains. He raised an eyebrow, gradually approaching the other hunter. He seemed to have no ill will, just... A sense of surprise.*
Larry
*Circine had learnt to be wary of strangers, especially non-humans. The Macen were easy to interpret, but the others - especially the kitsune, famous for the legends of trickery - were not. The centaur hadn't yet seen through his disguise, but his heightened senses gave him an off feeling about the figure. He slung his bow upon his back, but kept a cautious hand resting upon his Ringer's hilt, rattling the blade in its sheath as he displayed it - warning the stranger to watch his manner.*
Dirk
*Ishikawa didn't seem to be concerned at all about the sword. He'd already slung his bow over his shoulder, and, strangely enough, there was no weapon to his side. No hilt of any kind, no evidence that he carried any sort of blade. Strange...* 

"There's no need to be hostile, I'm not going to hurt you.." 
*He gave off a friendly look, and it was clear that he was young, barely an adult, maybe in his early 20s at the most.*
Larry
*Circine decided to believe him, his hand now resting more casually upon his pommel as he trotted closer, examining the man briefly.*
"Clearly not - you would have struck by now, had you been a cunning bandit."
*He pointed to the felled deer, nodding in approval as he continued*
"A good shot. My brethren would be impressed, I'm sure of it."
Dirk
*The Kitsune shifted position so that the wind would to be his back, and he took a more casual stance, now that he wasn't concerned with the possibility of the Centaur attempting to cleave through him. Ishikawa raised an eyebrow at the thought of him being a bandit. The clothing he wore seemed to be expensive, especially the thick fur that cloaked him. A bandit? Unlikely. Something else... Perhaps. Ishikawa smiled humbly as he was complimented, looking back at his kill,* 

"I would hope... I'm a hunter by trade, though, not exactly of the.. Standard variety..."
Larry
"I know of no poaching laws, so I know not what you mean... Well, there are some. But the creatures are legendary anyway, so not something I worry about."
*Circine mused aloud to himself, cantering over to the body and extracting the arrow - looking over the arrowhead.*
"These aren't barbed? I'm surprised it stayed in..."
Dirk
*Ishikawa shook his head, murmuring,* 
"I hunt things more dangerous than that, monsters, you could say." 

*He eyed the centaur as he examined the arrows, still smiling slightly. He clearly knew something Circine didn't. Steel was uncommon for game arrows...*
Larry
*Circine twirled the arrow between his fingers, returning to Ishikawa and offering it back to him.*
"No point in wasting good steel - the head still functions, just need a new shaft."
Dirk
*Ishikawa gently took the arrow back, putting it into his quiver. Now that they were closer, it was clear his face was covered in old plague scars, as well as a fresher one on his neck, like something had bitten into it and tore... He nodded.*

"Of course."
Larry
*His horse ear would twitch noticeably, like how a bovine's would when swatting a fly. His eyes narrowed at the mark, the smell of the unclean reaching his keen nose quickly.*
"Have you been previously afflicted, hunter? I smell the lingering scent of it upon you."
Dirk
*He froze slightly as he was questioned about vampirism, his hand unconsciously going up to his neck, gently running his fingers over the remnants of his past struggle. As it came into view, his hand shook, and the fingers looked.. Off. As if they had been broken, and healed slightly wrong.*

"Cured. The only thing that remains is the memory..." 
*He became quieter, his voice being whispy.* 
"The pain."
Larry
*He quickly softened at this reaction. Perhaps Circine was too forthright at times, but had enough tact to back off when needed.*
"Apologies, sir. Please, do not relive such trauma for the curiosity of a stranger..."
*He quickly pushed the topic away, galloping onto the next thing that came to mind.*
"I believe we haven't introduced ourselves. I am Circine, son of Haracene."
Dirk
*He shivered slightly, but not from the cold. There was a far off look in the young mans eyes, and they resembled glass for just a moment, as if it were a doll standing before the centaur rather than a man.* 
"It's... It's fine, you couldn't have known..." 

*The somber expression remained as he looked to Circine, though he made an attempt at a smile.* 

"Saito, Ishikawa. It's a pleasure to meet you."