Blacktail Deer Plateau heavy crown on an uneasy head

It was indeed him, for the spot was one of his most frequent and favorite haunts. The view off the edge of the plateau offered a spectacular vantage and, in evening, having the sky laid out so clearly was almost unearthly. It painted the rivers and trees below, and the sight was a welcome one even when he had no worries that needed soothed.

He was not so distracted that he could not hear an approacher, and when he turned to see who it was, he was expecting a familiar face. Just not one he had not seen in weeks. Her casual approach tipped him off that her presence in the lands was not unwelcome, but he had not yet seen Lasher to speak with him since her acceptance.

"Shar-kali." Her name was fortunately unusual enough that he was able to recall it. There was no edge to it, but he did tense slightly. "What brings you here?"