Blackfeather Woods The huntress appeared.

She nodded, at least relieved the girl understood the difference between a fatal kick and an injury kick.That would be very good to know if the girl aspired to be a hunter, or alive at all. "Well, good. I'll be off then," There was no need to stick around, and she had better to do than supervise. In fact, her own caches needed filling, and borders to investigate. While the winter was clearing up, and the desperation was at it's least, one could never be too sure about those crazed loners that seemed to think it was perfectly okay to walk across claimed land. With a nod of approval, to both, she went on her way.