Blacktail Deer Plateau they've been going in and out of style

She dipped her head in half-hearted agreement, for a moment in thought.  Her plan didn't have stages, steps, not really. It wasn't even much of a plan, but she wouldn't point that out. It was more of an idea of all she wanted from life, who she wanted to be. Given, it might change anytime, seeing as she'd lived but a year, experienced little of what life had to offer. Still, it was a start.

Of half a mind to start filling the caches, a duty she'd neglected after scouting out the deer, she said her goodbyes to Pema. Flashing her a half-smile, she turned on her heel and headed deeper into the territory, determined to squeeze all she could out of the day.