Kintla Flatlands your problem is, you spent your whole life thinking there were rules

Belharra was no master scout but even she could see she was not alone in the valley. The flatlands, deriving their name from the fact they were flat territory, meant that just about anything on the horizon was visible. Fixing the stranger with her attention, Belharra swung in Kyr's direction.

But not too close.

Striding past the strips of melted snow and frozen tundra grass, Belharra slowed as she came close enough to hail Vallkyrie. She detected nothing by way of scent, so settled on doing things the old fashioned way. Talking. "You're not hunting that hare of mine, are ya?" Her tone might have been a titch frigid, but an old twinkle of her father's indefatiguable humor showed in her eyes.