Grouse Thicket And winter came...

Well, she didn't immediately run for it, so that was a good sign. Liffey smiled and gave a little shrug. "I was actually tracking Rannoch," she explained, "I think he's out here hunting somewhere. Though I could be wrong as I might really have zero skill at tracking." Either could be true. She had an excellent knack for geography and navigation, but she somehow couldn't bridge those skills over to hunting and tracking. Good thing she had some redeeming qualities.

"How are you?" she asked, figuring that was as good a place as any to start this mending bridged conversation, if that's what it was. She still wasn't entirely sure, but she supposed she'd find out if she hung in there.