Shadewood when the last tree has fallen

heckin crappy post cause im awful atm lol sorry

With painted pictures of the future hunt scene, a wispy sigh of hope slithered from her lips into the air; her eyes, fathomless in their depths, dusted over the herd in admiration amongst longing. They were beautiful creatures, despite their position as prey, and she adored observing them in their natural existences, how simple yet complex it all was.

"Elk herds usually grow very large, often around 200 per group. I would reckon the number here are around that, but we can't see them all from where we are. It's incredible." Again washed the glimmer of child-like enthusiasm, gazing momentarily back toward Phex to gauge her reaction.