Grouse Thicket Thousands of sunsets

Her eyes find her quickly; a nymph of a woman swathed in rust. She seems amiable, friendly, so without hesitation the femme adjusts her course and picks her way toward the woman. Steel eyes pick out the catch by her feet, perhaps in earlier times she would have not hesitated to steal such a thing, but now she will not. The famine has broken, like greyed storm clouds above, and she need not worry for the health of her and her pack nearly as much. 

She eyed the woman, stopping a short distance away and dipping her head in greeting. "Well met, ma'am." she says smoothly, eyes betraying little of her emotion, not that there is much emotion to betray. Perhaps she will make conversation, something the woman is not found of but will pursue all that same for the sake of information. "What do you seek in these lands?" it is a simple question, not a hint of hostility or edge enters her tone, she does not wish to fight this woman. Not yet.