Greatwater Lake Let my heart be your shelter

The woman tilted her head, in curiosity. She'd heard of canyons, seen the red sands in the distance but she'd never gotten close enough to them. She'd have to take a visit to Diaspora, then, if only to hunt in the canyon.
She supposed it'd be a surprise to see if there was anything worth hunting in a canyon, too.

Her mind stirred. She needed to hunt again, at least fill another cache before turning to the Wilds. Perhaps she'd find herself again, go back to her roots. She wondered what she'd find out there.
She tilted her ears, "I should be going now, got to make a few catches of my own," she explained with an offhand smirk, starting to turn to her familiar hunting grounds; the meadow where Arana healed her. Or at least tried to. Things liked to bury themselves there, it seemed.
"I'm glad to have met you, Ruenna. I'll be sure to see the canyon too." 
The woman waited for any response before, with a parting dip of her crown, the woman started off to hunt, picking up the pace the further she moved from the woman, as to not seem to be running off.