"Do you understand, what they talk with one another?" Dwin asked curiously, because it had never occurred to her that prey specied were capable of speech. It was very comfortable (and in some ways logical) for a hunter species to consider that the prey species were not sentient beings. Of course, they had some sort of self-awareness and they clearly had thoughts. Just... probably not interesting enough for them to be spared, if a hungry Dwin happened to stumble upon them. 

"I have heard elk and moose - roar? Is that the right term? And roe deer bark, but it has never sounded like a real conversation. Rather... just sounds. Like babies make, when they are tiny," she mused. 

"They must be dangerous beasts then. Mom has always told me to steer clear of the deer and not try to battle one, if I am alone," she said. "I kind of not like them anyway," she added in a brief moment of vulnerability. Then her attention was drawn to the smell of rotting flesh and she beckoned Cassidy to follow her. There were remnants of, what had once been a moose. Many scavangers had visited the open-air restaurant before them, including Brecheliant inhabitants, but there were still enough scraps to make up a hearty meal for a weary and unpicky traveller. 

"Dig in - I will stay on guard for coyotes and bears," she instructed him. 

"Come to think of it - if you are not totally dense, you can sense, whether there is any danger or not," Dwin mused, watching, how hungrily Cassidy ate and wondering, when had been the last time he had had a square meal. "I mean - body language may tell you a lot. Or simply go around and do not underestimate any prey. No matter big or small," because even tiny mice could turn around and bit you hard in your toes. 

She then fell silent, letting the man enjoy his meal. She went around the carcass and rummaged around a bit, until she found morsels that would still be edible and settled down too. Once her friend finished, she would go and show him, where he would be able to settle down for the night. 

"Let's go," Dwin beckoned him to follow and she began to lead him towards a well-hidden small cave on the fringes of Brecheliant's borders. It was nestled right next to, where the slope from caldera met the plains. There were plenty of dwarf pines, offering great cover and forming a natural obstacle to anyone, who would want to sneak upon a sleeping wolf. This was one of the many hide-outs Dwin had all over the territories and there she went to be on an airplane mode and catch up with some sleep. 

"Well, when you want to take a break from seeing the world and everything, you can always come back here. Brecheliant is always in need of fresh blood," Dwin said, realizing not for the first time in this conversation that she might have chosen her words differently. "Not literally, of course," she chuckled. "There is always room for kind and adventurous souls and, if you can tell a story - that means a guaranteed bonus," she smiled.

"Brecheliant. The Enchanted forest. Full of Blackthorns, but we are a friendly and cheerful bunch," Dwin quickly introduced Cassidy to her home. While she had not felt exactly happy or content to live there for half a year or so and been quite vocal of her discontent, when meeting other people, there was pride in her voice, when she spoke now. 

"Especially with winter around the corner. I did some travelling early this year and it was very tough. So - if you feel like turning back at any point - there will be a place for you. If I am not the one to greet you at the borders, tell them that you know me," she explained, ready to leave the fellow for the evening. She had some patrolling rounds to cover, before she herself retired. 

"Goodnight, Cass!" she told him and took off.