Northstar Vale A non-fiction fantasy

When she spoke again, he sensed her uncertainty long before it emerged in her tone. Whatever had her flustered he attributed to that and as she floundered and admitted defeat to what she was tracking, he could not help but step forward to the trail she had been keen on to investigate for himself.

"I wouldn't worry about it, I'd say it's deer," he concluded after a few moments. It seemed likely in truth, though he had to admit he had not seen much in the way of large game since his arrival to the region. But it was late in the winter and the deer were sticking to warmer and closer knit climes as they should have.

Turning his gaze back towards her, Roach offered her a reassuring smile.

"How long have you been tracking them?"