Broken Antler Fen a whistler and her gun

The female had a lilt of an accent in her voice, giving away she was indeed not from these parts (Zsuzsa suspected not even from the Wilds themselves) From what was understood was she came from a place beyond a large body of water. Zsuzsa thought about her first encounter with the ocean in the northern coast and wondered if that was what she meant, considering that was the largest body of water she knew existed. ”What pack is beyond a body of water?” Zsuzsa further inquired. She was generally interested in knowing, considering the Saints was in a little corner of the Wilds and the Acolyte wouldn’t be able to leave the Hinterlands until the Springtime when the weather was more favorable for travel.
 
Seeing the female take some portions for herself, Zsuzsa motioned her muzzle at the carcass. ”Please, take more.” That was Zsuzsa’s way of giving thanks. The other female did tackle down this beast after all. Judging by the size of this kill, there was plenty of share amongst them both. Sometimes the Saints did have an unselfish, decent nature when it was deserved.