Whitefish River purple thorns

What little hope she'd had that she might still garner some information about the female slipped out of her fingers when the woman gave yet another short and vague response.  Harlyn followed the gesture until her eyes settled upon the mountain towering in the distance, and her brows lifted slightly.  She was impressed.  "Yes, you certainly do, don't you,"  she murmured, "I can see how you spotted the fire now.  The higher slopes must offer an incredible view.  Probably plenty of prey up that way too."  It was idle talk, mostly just her own musings.

She soon enough turned back to the woman and offered a polite nod of her head.  "I should let you get back to your meal," Harlyn said then, allowing the other the opportunity to dismiss her without being rude.  She felt certain now that this dark female was not really the talkative type, and the druid had little reason to continue to pester her.