Arrow Lake brot und wasser

his stoneflower eyes studied kazimir for a long moment. he had not wanted to send her out of the lands while her mind was addled, especially knowing she would not be able to bear young this year. but her role in diaspora was valuable, and must be respected.
dipping his muzzle to the stocky woman, mahler turned to lead her along the lake. "i vant you to travel to the base of that peak there," he murmured, indicating the mountain called shadow, "and look for signs of a small coyote pack. they have raided at least one cache here."
"if you are able to kill one, bring me its head. othervise, do not unnecessarily endanger yourself." lilac stare perused kazimir: how would she take to her task?