Whitebark Stream an' it harm none

"I'm well," comes her response as she falls into step beside the woman, nudging her shoulder in easy greeting. "only how you're settling in here," she says, hardly about the begin the conversation with the lingering topic she does not even know if she wants to bring up. "how are you finding the creek?" queries the huntress, gaze meeting the woman's for a moment before sweeping over the creek, ever alert should some potential meal make itself known.