Blacktail Deer Plateau new orleans

Blue smiled at him kindly. I am sorry I didn't mean to bother you. You looked like you were hunting and I have learned from Peregrine that you are to not talk when prey is near. She chuckled to herself gently, remembering well the first time she had gone hunting with him, and they had to stop to get all her talking out. He had handled it patiently though and for that she would always hold Peregrine dear. She studied the behemoth before her his pelt was interesting with dark brown being the dominant color, but silver tracing it like a lover's caress. I am Blue Willow by the way. I do not believe we met. You are Lasher yes? Peregrine has spoken of you in passing. She shifted and sat to her haunches tiring of standing stalwart and stoic, she was not a pushy leader, usually preferring to have easy grace with those she helped to lead.