Henry
I was going to make a joke about it having been 20 days, but it has
Scot
"Smell it? You must have a good nose."

*As they stumbled into the clearing, Ildi kept her head low and after a moment, moved behind the root next to Livio.*

"Mhm... Whenever you're ready."

*She readied herself to throw the spear, but watched as Livio hit the stag and it fell to the floor. Standing up, she gave a nod as she began to walk towards it.*

"That's something to bring up earlier, no? But thank you for the opportunity. Let's see... How should I...?"

*Although she wasn't squeamish, it seemed Livio wanted her to finish it off. She frankly had no idea how to do so cleanly, however. So, after a moment of standing over the stag, she quickly lowered the tip of the spear into its neck.*
Stacy
"Indeed. Trained it ever since I was little. It's a skill few have, so it gives me an edge."

*Livio smiled as Ildi mentioned him failing to bring up magic. It wasn't truly necessary for him to tell; sometimes, targets didn't require them at all, especially the weaker ones. The hunter watched as the elf studied the stag for a bit, then lowering the spear into its neck.*

"A little more."

*Livio gripped the spear adjacent to Ildi's hand, pushing it down deeper into the deer's neck to completely penetrate it, then pulling it outward. Blood spurted out of the wound as the deer quickly bled to death, its carotid artery severed. The hunter took out a canteen, opening it, and let some of the blood flow into it.*

"Want the antlers? They're good handles. Or ornamentation."