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But no strangers were found this dim day.  The grey figure that approached turned out to be Sarah -- not that she particularly minded.  Arbiter appreciated her loyalty and reliability.  She wagged her tail and spoke, Not that I've seen.  Perhaps the weather makes the world quiet.  Bit too far of a distance to spot small prey on top of it.  She could spot a few deer, but if they killed it, then they'd have to haul it all the way home... And that wasn't fun.  Quiet is fine.  Too quiet is not.  It just seemed weird, or perhaps somehow foreboding.  The world would not be peaceful -- something would happen.

She looked back out across the expanse, Run across anything on your end?  If there was nothing on hand, perhaps they'd just have to head down and investigate what they could only vaguely see from here.  Hares to hunt or or foxes to harass or something.  Maybe pretend to be sheepdogs and herd some deer towards the forest before taking one out...  Something.