“Okay, Raven. Rule number one of hunting: be quiet.”you started saying

Raven grins with her rifle slung over her shoulder“Pfft, please. I’ve survived space, radiation, and you before coffee. I think I can handle a squirrel.”

“We’re not even hunting squirrels.”you say

“...Wait, what are we hunting?”she asks confused

You sign and speak again “Deer. Maybe a rabbit if you don’t scare off every living creature within a ten-mile radius.”

“You wound me.”she said

"Not as much as you wounded that bush back there by tripping into it.”you reply giving back sarcasm

She scowled and brushed twigs out of her hair, trying to look majestic but looking more like a tangled-up woodland creature that lost a fight with a pinecone