Cara
Isha walked over to a dying deer, an arrow in it's neck as it whimpered and huffed.

"Damn... Was off by an inch... Sorry girl..." She kneeled onto the ground and would pet the deer.

It's eyes looked around, but then back at the Bosmer. She would then pull out a dagger and shove it into the heart of the animal. It let out one last whimper before it went limp, Isha closed it's eyes.

"Poor thing... Gotta be more careful." She commented to herself and began to gut the animal right then and there. It was going to be their meal for the night.
Karen
Mandor Enellius, a Quaestor of the Legion currently off-duty would coincidentally be in the area also hunting. He heard of the deers initial whimper(s) when the arrow had struck some moments ago, the Imperial man in his a brown tunic and black trousers and with black boots, armed with his hunting bow with steel arrows, and a hunting knife at his waist would swiftly move in the direction of where he heard the deers dying whimper.

Having shuffled through the trees and bushes briefly, he saw the fellow hunter skinning a target that could've been his had he been there sooner, or tracked the deer better. Whatever it may be he was late and wasn't too fussed with it. Hunting was both physical and mental exercise for him, alongside sport and possibly a nice meal. It was generally a very positive experience for him.

Mandor, being the ever-social soldier would decide to sling his bow over his back and begin to approach the Bosmer from behind, having noticed the slightly off-put arrow he winced a little bit to himself, not enjoying watching the painful death of an animal. 

"Hello there, hunter." Mandor now said as he stopped a bit of a distance away just in case the Bosmer got startled. It wasn't likely to happen but during his experience anything and anyone could react differently.
Cara
Her ears twitched, she knew somebody was coming and it wasn't Elroy. She would have heard his clanky armor and she knew he would never leave camp unless it was an emergency.

She had her bow ready and turned around, arrow pulled and aimed at the Imperial.

"Hello..." She called out, arrow still aimed at the man.


"What's your business here? Surely a Bosmer can hunt in peace?" She asked.

You never could be safe, especially after a close call with thieves that made her on edge. Last time she was open to a man, she had a dagger to the neck and her values and then Elroy went berserk. Something about thieves always made him go on edge. He always seemed calm and collected, and that guard mentioned something about some family... Something was off and that sly captain knew something.
Karen
"An elf can of course hunt in peace, but I'd have expected more natural coalition to an Imperial. A people who oppose directly the High Elves, which last I heard didn't treat your people too well." He said as he would slightly raise his hands upwards, not too high but more extending his palms out to show her he was no threat. 

"Politics and race aside, I merely wished for a friendly conversation with a fellow enjoying the art of hunting and taking in the beautiful wilderness." He now would say with a small shrug, his small caution and awareness of a strangers reaction to another clearly paid off.

He was a fairly tall man at around 6', lean in muscle and with a clean shaven face, and naturally curly but still short pitch black hair. Almost as Imperial as a man gets, although he didn't look like a merchant or trader that most of his race were.
Cara
She scanned the man with her solid black eyes, looking up and down. 

He seemed like he was fine, if anything she could probably fire an arrow in his knee and run. If anything she would scream bloody murder as a last resort, knowing fill well that Elroy was not far. Of course that's if she needed to. She was no sword fighter and this man easily would throw her around like a dog's chew toy should they had to fight.

"You a hunter? Don't look the type..." She teased, lowering the bow and placing the arrow back into the quiver.

She then went back to skinning the deer.