Northstar Vale A non-fiction fantasy

Roach said nothing when she rejoined him by saying she didn't think the forest was torn at all. It could have been easily summed up as to each his own, or in this case to each her own; that was the thought that coursed through him in an instant. What intrigued him more was the premise that she had been out tracking, because generally at the end of a successful track there was certainly food to be had.

"I don't mind as long as you don't," he said with a ghost of a smile. "What kind of herd is it?" He could have answered that one himself, but if she wanted the help then he suspected she would fill him in all the same. But it did give him reason to close in that distance between them to something a bit more friendly, if not cohesive. No doubt if they set off from there, they'd need to work in tandem.