Redsand Canyon to ever shelter your will

casually re-adds hakai.......

the stranger was friendly; they approached without hesitation and once the dust cleared, did a quick inspection that was rivaled by the shrewed glower of the woman. she scoffed as he mentioned pain; the fall might've bumped and bruised her a little, but she was a spry creature. the tumble had agitated her a bit but not done much in the way of harm.

i'm ingram. the young man offered — she responded with a raise of the brow, tense of the jaw. studying him as he delved further in to the conversation, until he mentioned his great quest. the sides of her mouth flashed with fangs as she snickered at the very idea of hunting something in this canyon. but horses? she knew of many things — boar, deer, elk, wild oxen and goats — but this word, horse, sounded made-up.

wazzat? she queried; shuffling closer to him with a nonchalant swagger as she inspected the angles of his body, unphased if her proximity bothered him as she circled. whoever told you t'hunt in this wasteland probably meant it as a joke, pfff.