Porcupine Ridge provisions

The exact origins of the Nessaquati was an abstruse topic that few amongst them ever broached. There were aged theories of some brand of the supernatural but for the last several generations they had been defined by the various styles of their leaders. "The east had become unfavorable so I led my tribe towards new herds but, they were too old -and stubborn." Although the words were somewhat bitter there was no malice in the female's voice. The decision to abandon their home had not been easily made.

"You are too kind," she said with the usual seriousness to her tone. Turning her face only moments after he did, she allowed her muscles to relax some before extending her own nose in his direction. Of course she was still sure not to stare but she did study the details that existed all around him. "...I was a less... tolerant chief than you." The memory of her nature and former success lent a much needed smile to the agouti female.