Blacktail Deer Plateau the meaning of life

She was shy, but apparently willing to listen. That was okay. He could handle shy. And there was a steel he felt in this girl, perhaps buried deep within but still there, that alleviated his concerns about her handling the task at hand. She would be fine.

Before he could continue, the burly young form of his nephew appeared, looking bright and chipper. He smiled warmly, the expression stretching to a grin as Raid corrected his language. "Hi, there, Sunny," Shale greeted. "You're absolutely right. Do you think you can get ahead of her while we take either side, see if you can ambush her from the edge of the trees?" He nodded to the treeline across the clearing, shrouded in shadow.

He shrugged, not meaning anything in particular in the gesture besides confidence in their hunting ability. "I think we'll be fine," Shale said, smiling at the two of them. "There's three of us and one of her, and she's in poor health."