Kintla Flatlands regency

yesss! Snagging before I forget!

Though he would not travel so far as to be gone Long into the night, Dante did occasionally find himself out in the flatlands due to the necessity of tracking prey.  He'd thought to follow up on a promising game trail, but it had gone cold in the foothills. Instead he wandered by the river, wondering if perhaps fish would be something Osprey would enjoy. He hadn't tried much since his few failed attempts and would possibly like to again.

Seeing that he was not alone, however, made him hesitate. Not keen on embarrassing himself in front of a stranger, he instead approached the water's edge and divulged in a quick drink before appraising her curiously. Obviously she was a more accomplished fisher than he, her prize already being devoured. "Hello," he offered, wondering if she would tell him to get lost or be moving on anytime soon.