The smell of the boars was making her sick - the pungent odor was a little overwhelming to her sensitive nose. Looking back at the man, she gave a small shrug and a smile.  "Where I'm from, these things are a lot smaller and didn't seem to stink too bad." Although she was still foreign to the word he used to describe the Hunters, she tried to translate it in her own tongue of Gaelic.<br/><br/>"Are you from around here?" She asked curiously as she walked toward the man. He seemed strong and rugged, tall and sleek - definitely a lot more handsome than some of the other men she's encountered in the country. Looking into his eyes, she could see he was tormented by something but didn't know what.<br/><br/>Extending her hand, Deri smiled. "I'm Deri."