Whitewater Gorge Come to me after peace restores

She watched with a smile, having already understood the other probably hailed from elsewhere. The fae often used big words - probably as a way to cope with her crushing inferiority complex - and sometimes confused others that didn't speak common all that often. But, no matter; the ruddy woman figured it out quite easily and there was no need to explain.

The two were in agreement and had signed a verbal contract to hunt and share together. Truly nothing was more beautiful than the small alliances one made on their way to master something, or to get somewhere. Much prettier than a warthog though, but I do believe I get your point. She commented softly, taking the lead regardless. She barely had to sniff the doe, as its trail of blood was so very easy to follow. And so the two huntresses did; trailing after their prey through the snow.