Swiftcurrent Creek i won't be on long enough

Fox narrowed her eyes at the old man. Why was he telling her this? What purpose did it serve? She and Silvertip were on no friendly terms, and yet he came here to suggest that she keep a close eye on her hunting grounds. It was odd, to say the least, but Lecter had always been an especially odd creature. Still, the news was good, and it meant that those of the vale would not be bothering them anymore (at least not for long).

"I see," she responded after a moment, her tone neutral. "Is that all?" If it was, she would see to it that Lecter was out of sight before she made her own leave. Fox was never one for smalltalk, especially with those who were not her comrades.