Jesse
"If it helps, step where I step." At first, she was a bit surprised at the prince's refusal to simply levitate above the ground. It didn't have a lot to do with his position as a royal, though the stereotype of royalty taking the easier way in life was something she was probably absentmindedly applying to him. *'Shame on me.'* She thought, though at least they still had a bit of a trek to go before silence would really begin to matter.

"Thankfully we're downwind for now, which will help our approach be a bit more masked. Don't focus too much on your feet or you'll find yourself walking into a tree." Roesia smiled to herself at the thought of the hunk of metal behind her walking into a tree, though it'd scare any and every animal within a few miles away. Her bow was primed and ready, and as she brushed gently around thicket and through the grass, the young half-elf seemed to disappear into her own world, at least mentally. This is where she was most comfortable, hunting in the deepest parts of the woods.
Chad
"Just so." *He murmured as he tried to follow her advice, stepping with his steel sabatons where her leather shoes had trod. It was still slightly noisy, but beginning to quiet down as he followed her path towards the elk that her bird had sighted. There was nothing for it but to put his best foot forward, and he tried to make it so that he wouldn't disturb her hunting, if not become a good hunter himself. The best he could do was try and imitate a master at work. He was careful, and tried to bobble along in her smaller footsteps, but caught himself right before smacking his arm into a tall oak three or four times.*

*He decided not to tell her, as he didn't believe she'd noticed, and instead focused on making the metal in his armor flex enough to create more silent transit. He didn't dare turn it to mercury in the forest = the poison leaking into the woods would kill trees and kill animals easily, make patches of it die off, and most importantly, it would find its way to the peasantry, and accumulate in them. Mysterious sicknesses couldn't be his responsibility if he was trying to protect the citizens of Alynthi at all.*

*He continued on, following her lead.*
Jesse
Assuming a hunter as practiced as Roesia hadn't noticed even the smallest sound? *Oh, princey.* She had noticed alright, though she had chosen to ignore it for the sake of Astalios's pride. Roesia was only thankful he couldn't see the wide smirk across her lips when he tried to play it off. Either way, the two pressed onward through the denser parts of the forest for quite some time, at least twenty minutes or so. Both had stayed, for the most part, as quiet as a mouse, but Roesia soon held her hand up as she rested on her knee, stopping just before a large clearing past a few trees. Without a word, she gestured ahead, not even looking back at the prince to see if he had stopped along with her.

Pointing slowly, she hoped Astalios saw what she did with her one eye; a handful of elk grazing off the grass and even a lower hanging tree. There seemed to be only one male or *Bull*, a large rack of antlers atop his head. He definitely wasn't the largest bull she had ever seen, but he wasn't by no means small. Of course, this was in reference to his rack, not his actual body. All elk were pretty large. Roesia much preferred to hunt deer. They were smaller and much more manageable when it came to transportation, though she figured the prince wouldn't mind a challenge. 

Priming her bow, Roesia waited to aim until Astalios saw what she saw, assuming he'd take aim at the only male as well. Roesia could only imagine the joy it might bring him to bring home a decent kill for the royal family. She only knew the Alynthi royals as kind people, so he'd probably be greeted with praise, perhaps even the head of the elk could be mounted on a mantle somewhere in the castle. Drifting off in thought, Roesia looked back at Astalios, a silent confirmation that he could take the shot if he felt he would nail it. Pointing with her left hand under and behind her right arm beneath her shoulder, she was simply telling the prince silently where to aim.
Chad
*Right, then. He was quite thankful for the guidance of his companion as they made their way forward, even as the rangers followed close behind. Stopping in the copse of trees was a good idea, he noted, much like a military maneuver. Good ground against their targets, which in this care weren't men, but elk... And he could wait longer if he needed to. There was no need for speech if it would spook the pray - like sending no ravens from the site of a battle when one needed to keep their whereabouts hidden.

He stopped behind her, looking towards where she had pointed. She was moving slowly. Very slowly. He tried to mimic the movement speed of her gestures, and the dagger that came out of his sheath slowly morphed into a longer spike of steel, and his gauntlets melded into a shimmering silver liquid that fused with the long spike, making it lengthen further still, a hefty piece of metal that was about as long as an elk was wide. The front sharpened itself down to a needle's point.

He raised his arm, pointing evenly at the elk, and looked back at Roesia to confirm the location that she was telling him. So that was the heart... One, two...

And three.

The spearlike metal rod flashed forward silently as Astalios flicked his wrist, faster than any arrow, propelled by a mighty push as he directed it straight towards the elk buck's heart, driving it to the beast like an arrow shot by a giant. 

The elk had no conception of what pushed its way through its heart, and keeled over in the grass...*