The whole skin? His proposal seemed to catch her interest, though his nearing to her caused the woman to stiffen in defense and snarl at him. That was until she heard his stomach growl as loud as her own. He really... wasn't some guard sent out after her. He was just a hunter looking for food. Helen paused in her aggression towards the male, tilting her head, long wavy black hair falling around her face as she stepped away to allow him to show her proof of his kill.<br/><br/>"Well I'll be damned," she grunted with a huff, folding her arms as those golden eyes befell onto the male's arrow. Her eyes lightened once more, showing she was halting her aggression. Even her stance became more relaxed as the woman looked up to the towering hunter, raising her open palm to show she was not armed. "I shall take the pelt, but will grant you the antlers if you like them. They may well fit upon your shoulders for protection," she added, leaning down to pull her arrow from the dead creature.<br/><br/>"You made a well shot... I was curious as to why the beast did not bolt. Two arrows felled it so quickly, it had no force to flee." She spoke quite elegantly for an Orc, even somewhat polished and proper. Helen made note this man was not like usual ones... most males of her kin would demand that they shot first and if she wanted to share a meal, she'd also have to share his bed. Yet this one readily offered, even sweetened the deal. Was he cowardly? Or was he simply too tired and hungry to pick a fight?<br/><br/>Likely the latter... he seemed willing to fight, but did not wish to. As she looked up and saw him closely in the light of the two moons, a feint blush came to the lass' high cheeks. In Orc terms... this male was considered a well-blessed man in terms of looks. Large tusks protruding from a finely shaped jawline, thick hair and a broad and muscled frame that was like a mountain to climb. Various scars told her that he was unafraid to fight, and that he had survived even with injuries. He was strong, and skilled at that if his hunting was any indication. She found herself looking him over a little too long. Clearing her throat, she set about attempting to hoist the dead beast over her shoulder.<br/><br/>"I do not yet have a camp set. Have you seen anywhere suitable where we might sup and take shelter for the night? At least what remains of it..."