Silvertip Mountain Everything Around Me Disappears

Niita let out a snort of amusement. "Yeah, bark. We happen to be in a famine, trees are all we have left. And that's alder bark so you know." Her words were teasing, not meant in the snappy manner from earlier. 

"Pleasure to meet you Chaska. Tumbles usually do that." Niita murmured, thinking of her own tumble and how she would never again take her legs for granted.