Wapun Meadow that's why they call them snakes

His head shook softly, signaling a no. Konstanty had been doing utterly nothing besides debating his luck with heading to a nearby area. He had not seen hide nor hair of any sort of prey around and it was that that spurred his lips to turn toward. I haven't. There was an undeniable touch of disappointment in his voice. His crimson eyes moved to look back towards the valley walls in the distance. Could they be over there? Shelter perhaps. He hummed in thought. He knew nothing of these lands, of where could harbor what.

Are you...hunting with others? It seemed odd to follow a whole herd as just a lone man.