Kintla Flatlands regency

"Felling oxen alone is a feat for any age, I've no doubt. Shar-Kali scoffed, once again remember the past as more glorious than it had been. In her mind, she had ruled over a pack of thousands and taken down prey with a glance - the reality was not so glamorous, of course, but dreary details were less likely to survive the passage of time. Shar-Kali rose to her feet and padded over, tail swaying gently to and fro above her hocks. "Young man like you? You'll pick it up," she assured him with a sly wink, and turned to look at the flowing water. "If I give you a lesson, will you help me take down something more substantial and spare me a leg?"