It seems he's not the only one after this prey. A minor annoyance. Killua's brows draw together in a faint scowl when he meets the gaze of the stranger hunting the same herd, but he realizes that at this point, their best option is to split the loot. Killua's not about to give up, and if he tries to move first and causes a ruckus or tries to chase off the stranger, it's more than likely the deer will escape.

Making a show of rolling his eyes, he acquiesces. Fine. He'll go over there.

Silently, Killua slinks around the edges of the clearing where the deer are resting, moving quickly but somehow almost entirely soundlessly. When he gets close enough, he mouths without speaking, making sure not to alert the deer: What are you doing?