Blacktail Deer Plateau Despair has its own calms.

Sunspot side-eyed the male a moment longer before deciding that he didn't seem to be a threat. He was friendly enough, at least. Having determined this, she returned to scanning her surroundings, a soft, rather taken look on her face. "It's very pretty," she said in a small voice, feeling oddly humbled by the scenery. While she traversed the land, picking fights with the natives, this place had looked on with cold, beautiful indifference.

"I'm Sunspot," she introduced, moving a few paces closer as she turned her full attention back toward the male. And then, realizing she was being rather rude - "I'm sorry - did I disturb you?"