Vlast's thoughts follow a similar train which earns Isaac a skeptical huff. He doesn't press the matter; not yet, anyway. They really could use the extra game and hunting won't be so easy when they reach higher elevations.

He shoots a curious glance to the lighter. A small thing, leaving a pleasantly sharp and sulfurous aftertaste in the air.

"Perhaps some day I'll give you a demonstration. ...If heights don't trouble you, that is."

There's the faintest hint of a smile - proud, almost a little smug - there and gone just as quickly. He lets the insinuation for what it is sink in before inclining his head to the snoring bundle of furs by the cooking fire that contains Lyme somewhere in their fathomless depths.

"Your own prey seems quite ensnared. You must expect to find something worthwhile on this journey."