Whitefish River up the river

He certainly is peculiar, she decided, but something about her interests her. A grin comes to her face, and she says, "A little weary' might be the understatement of the month. Did you fall off a cliff- or out a tree, perhaps?" her words were light, and with a little tilt of her head, she added ruefully, "I've done that, once."  She drew near, knowing that this male was no threat; not only were his words friendly, he could hardly do much in his current state. He smelled overpoweringly of brine, of travel and with the distinct undertones of blood. She didn't sit, gaze travelling over his thin form, meeting his gaze after a moment and adding "I'm Dawn"

The arrival of Pema had her twist, brief eye contact asking her to stay and help this male; she had taken a liking to him. "You're hungry, I bet - I'll be back." She moved away to pace back upriver, certain that the river would be full of fish, a skill she knew but definitely needed mastering. A short distance away from Pema and Adi, she positioned herself at the water's edge, waiting and watching.