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she nods in agreement, willing to settle in for a little while, at least. he seems rather confused about the lack of prey, but knows enough about the lands here to know they're usually verdant, full of life and food. a resident here once, she considers, returned only in the aftermath of the shaking ground. "its the fallout from the quakes—," she explains, elaborating, "the famine's only starting to let up; this is some of the first large prey I've seen in months." it explains why they're all lean, hungry; even the best hunters among them are worn thin.

the stag shifts, glancing in their direction. it's difficult to tell if he's stopped them, in any case, he doesn't seem to be heading anywhere anytime soon. "I'm dawn," she introduces, glancing to the man in turn.