Blacktail Deer Plateau the meaning of life

Raid prowls through the bushes, trying and failing to find any plant worth extracting. She does not particularly expect to find any, in fact, it would be a near miracle if she did find herbs because right now, they were in the middle of winter and it wasn't known to be the season of death for no reason. Still, these days, she needs to find things to so to distract herself otherwise she would drown in bits and pieces of memories - nothing that made sense, all pieces of a puzzle she had yet to solve. 

So, when a howl rang through the air, Raid perks up and immediately makes her way towards the direction of the call. Moments later, she spots the figure and hesitates. It's a guy, and though for a second, she thinks it is Grayday, she knows he isn't - there are noticeable differences. Shale, then. She'd seen him during the spar tournament. He should be trustworthy...right? Still, Raid is nervous, anxious even and there is a growing urge within her to turn away and leave. This fear is irrational, she knows, but it feels like a very real warning and it takes all her courage to force herself forwards where he could see her.

Greeting him with a nod, Raid swallows back her misgivings and tries to survey the deer in the distance, blocking out the troubling thoughts as she searches for the target.