Ghost Lion Crag The blood is the life... and it shall be mine.

The gentleman (or so he seemed) rose with no apparent difficulty and approached. Now closer, she could see that his eyes were so dark and so rich a blue that they seemed almost purple. Similarly, she could see the distrubtion of each silver hair upon his muzzle. He gestured to the branch in question and Starbuck nodded. Yes! The very one, she confirmed. Then she watched as he did what she could not. He rose upon his hind legs and deftly snapped the branch from the tree. Once he had placed it at her feet she sniffed at it, then beamed at him. Thank you! It was kind of you to help me. Perhaps I can help you in return? I have grown to know the lay of the land quite well, I think. Are you lost? It only seemed right to offer some help in return before she returned to Donnelaith with her spoils in hand jaw.