Whitewater Gorge Come to me after peace restores

Blood.

Zola smelt it. Even if the beast attached to it was not familiar, she wound hunt down the prey and bring it back to Easthollow. She made a vow to West Tyree and Valette. She would contribute. The first step is to hunt, bring food back for the ones that could not. Their skills lay elsewhere. Each individual counted toward something.

Skirting across the snow covered ground, she did her best to blend in. Yet her coat was not made for white. It was made for her savannah, tall grass tickling her belly and smooth stones under her paws. She was not surprised to find another woman tracking the same beast. Zola slowed to a halt, her tail flashing upward like a banner.

"Imekutana vizuri" Well met "you hunt beast too?"