Instinctive, absolutely. Years upon years of hunting training being drilled into his head by his father. He didn't react as much this time to her touches, only marginally physical. But the tension, the battle alertness was in him again. When he was on a hunt, he threw himself into it. He only would drink in between hunts, he learned that lesson the hard way. Distractions meant death when you lost your focus.

He shook his head, and gave a brief chuckle, "No. You gotta dig up the bones, or when they're not there, usually there's something else tieing the spirit to our realm. You salt the remains, and burn them."