Whitefish River the world's a beast of a burden

he'd left easthollow, then. she understood that easily, having been unable to stay in Swiftcurrent herself after the tragedy. she wondered, briefly, if they were doing alright. but Evergreen's question has her inspect the velvet again, drawing a little closer. "a scrap of velvet, from the antler of a stag. it's odd, though - they shouldn't be scraping it away so early." her brow crinkled briefly, wondering if it meant anything. deviations in the usual patterns of herd animals and prey usually did, to her knowledge.