Morningside Cuesta didn't ask too many questions, didn't have too much to say

PP with permission.  Keeping things vague.

He had parted from Dawn from Morningside with a renewed spring in his step.

He veered south back towards the Stone Circle but instead followed his wanderlust to the Cuesta.  If he were to truly be a part of Easthollow, he wanted to map out the herds that lay nearby.

Instead of deer or bison, however, he found the silhouette of a young slip of a woman who looked.. really lost.  He drew his tongue over his lip before he called out to her, You lost?