They were, in fact, having much luck. Alex had already bagged three large bucks and Atalanta was getting back into the swing and pace of hunting, hitting another stag. When they heard the horn, they knew that they had at least five, and that was all they needed to feed the court. Atalanta smiled at Alex, who returned it. They put their drawn arrows back into their respective quivers, and Atalanta took the opportunity to adjust her saddle. Alex gave her a look. "It wasn't fastened properly. I was falling off." He nodded, understanding.