Cricket Creek Bog If you could fly then you’d feel south

It seems it wouldn't be the last time she ran into a Saint. But instead of the woman who had given her advice about their territory and helped hunt down a boar, she was unknowingly faced with their leader. If she was to settle in Kingslend, she'd have to get used to this. A new scent hit her nose but instead of avoiding it, she found she didn't give a shit to change her course.

She'd just walk by, uninterested in talking at the moment unless addressed. But she still preferred not to talk. Side-glancing at the man laying down she took a few steps past him. A distance was still far between them, but he could easily see her if he turned his head. A curt nod was given, recognition if he looked. It'd be rude to just flat out ignore him... well, she wanted to anyway.

Hopefully he stopped at a simple nod.