[ Claude does catch that fleeting change in expression, having spent years learning to pick up on small fluctuations just like those to tilt a situation to his advantage, and, well. That's his own fault for bringing something not normally just dropped on a random person so he's sure he'll have to explain at some point. Not now, however; first there's the matter of the wailing deer.

At the mention of being able to see in the low light, Claude nods and is careful to keep his voice on the low side as well. ]

I bought some of the eye drops up for sale to avoiding messing with the glasses so I should be good to go there. [ Fingers crossed, anyway, since he's not sure he wants to find out what the alternative is. But the other man seems rather confident and Claude feels the same himself, so no reason to not agree to that tried-and-true strategy of each approaching from a different angle. ] I'll head around from the left, then.

[ One more nod just to confirm the plans work and Claude gets up from his halfway crouching, halfway kneeling position to move into one that's slightly taller and better for creeping around soundlessly. There's enough greenery or what he's guessing is close enough to it to assist with camouflaging where he's going until he's able to spot the herd standing in a clearing.

Of course, there's one problem: he probably should've confirmed which animal they're going after. Too late to do that now without giving themselves away, Claude thinks, and he brings the bow to level to wait for the other's move, signal, strike - whichever happens first. ]