Blacktail Deer Plateau tinker, tailor, stalker, scout

Sorrel took a few deep breaths, examining the other's words as they fell from his mouth. Yes, she replied, a slight wrinkle to her brow, Sorrel. She felt a bit uneasy speaking to the brute while alone, but she figured that she ought to get used to not having someone around every minute of the day. Your name? The words were slightly accented, though not beyond comprehension. Sorrel took a step forward and winced, but she forced herself to keep going. Something about the distance between the two of them made her uneasy, so she seeked to close it.