Greatwater Lake It's not ours to break

Pallas watched warily as he went, noting how with each kill he became more bloodsplattered, more spent. He tired eventually and when he turned and pounced upon the ground he was no longer pale but instead a rare bloom of commanding burgundy. Pallas admired the color briefly before splitting one fawn's neck and tasting the succor of its flesh. He was right -- hunting with him did have perks. Pallas had done practically nothing, and had been rewarded with enough to feed a harem. "It does." She announced in agreement, mouth full of sinew. "Who do you hunt for then?" She inquired, wondering if this man was part of some clan she did not know about.