Boartusk Heights on the brighter side of grey

The loner seemed more generous and of grace than Zsuzsa was in nature. For a moment the Mackenzie silently contemplated this. True, these Heights may have been unaccredited land to the Saints and what was here was theirs at their disposal no matter who passed through. Indirectly, she did assist with the hunt after all. Indirectly, she was helping feed the hungry jaws of the Saints. Credit was given where credit was due in Zsuzsa’s eyes. ”If you want a leg or the jowls, take either.”  Zsuzsa offered with a light shrug. Those were pieces of the boar the Saints could live without since they would be getting nearly the whole ham. If she decided to decline, the Acolyte wouldn’t take offense to the gesture. If anything, this was a rare moment a Saints wolf would be willing to portion out anything to an outsider.
 
Having a gut feeling the female was a vagabond of sorts, she seemed familiar with the Saints already. ”You’ve heard of us then…” She mused. ”I’d advise caution around Black Morass and Cedar Sweep, those are also our unofficial grounds.” She further explained. This female wouldn’t be as lucky as she was today if she happened upon those territories and another Saint discovered her. Zsuzsa didn’t care to mention Bonesplinter Ravine as that was behind their official territory. ”Further west is Kingslend in King Elk Forest, in which they have some other grounds of their own.” If the chocolate female wasn’t going to take any boar, Zsuzsa would at least see her off with some tidbits of information for her travels.