Hushed Willows sveppum

She was no faerie. With nothing more to note about the dark stranger, Valmúa relaxed, tail dropping. She rolled her shoulders a bit and stepped forward a pace. I see, she said. I am on the hunt for something better, she offered with a sly smile. Over the last month, the Stormhaven woman had slowly gained back the weight she had lost during her travels from the north. Now, she hunted only what she needed to sustain herself, occasionally caching extra for the rest of the Watch. She had little desire to help a stranger with such a task.
The poppy girl didn't bother to explain herself, pacing sideways instead a bit with her nose to the earth. It is called easy knowledge, she said vaguely. It was true that these were excellent hunting grounds for both animals and the fruits of the earth she was after. She flicked her tail, looking at the strange-eyed other, almost invitingly.