Whitefish River Oh Sugar Snap Peas, I Win This!

The cowboy glanced at the tuff of fur that caught his fellow storyteller's attention. He thought little of it, the scent of rabbit clear to him until he remembered Hieronymous' disability. Ah, just a rabbit. No worries unless you're trying to track down a meal. Tobi raised his head to properly glance around the forest. The destruction was clear, but at least plants seemed to be growing. Surely that meant things were returning to balance.

I take it you're part of the scouting team? It will be good for Kaistleoki to go back to their roots. The plains don't settle well for anyone.