Lost Creek Hollow there is black coal filling up our homes

i like it, let's roll with it. iirc i think our hunt roll was for deer or something this week?

There in a flash and gone, her lips had curled at their edges, and Mordecai missed the faint response somewhere in a blink. He had obviously struck a chord that she was keen with and it resonated with him as well, though his own response remained absent. But it takes his attention in more than just thoughtful interest; his ears perked at the mention that she had seen a herd, and that she knew where it had gone.

"Oh? A herd of what?" He could not help but inquire for those details, as his thoughts very much went the same way as her own. If they could steer them into their neck of the woods proper, so to speak, then they would benefit from the migrating herd. With the ever looming hint of snow on their horizon, he could only hope that they would take their time and stick to the thinly veiled copses of the downs to their north, if they had gone that way.

But before his thoughts could entirely get the better of him, he awaited what information she would impart.