Broken Antler Fen a whistler and her gun

She breathed, slowly and purposefully. Zola glanced as the woman complimented, dipping her head in acknowledgement. It was a technique she had used to hunt zebra back in Africa. Jump and pin them to the ground, and they will not do much until the end is near.

But she did not know this woman. She did not know what threat she posed toward Easthollow. "No, dis new place to me" she vaguely gave "I from over large water. In another place." Thank the gods she had heritage in another land. Zola would protect Easthollow like she had vowed to the others.

"I take some of flank" she asserted, beginning to rip the meat from the carcass. She only took a small bit, for the ebony woman deserved more of it for the kill. With a leg and some flank attached to it in her jaws, she waited for the other. Where there more questions, or could she go back?