Hideaway Strath I wonder

Discovering the scarred Medic was rather new like Zsuzsa to the Saints, the Mackenzie did not feel so alone anymore as far as being newer to the ranks. Everyone else she had encountered so far seemed well established in the hierarchy and expert in their specialties. ”Mm. I can see how that would be a challenge.” Zsuzsa mused, understanding sometimes you had to work with what was provided.
 
As far as the location of the mutual territories, Zsuzsa fell silent to calculate this in her head. ”I’d say 50 miles away, give or take.” The journey to those areas was not too treacherous to make. Zsuzsa issued a soft smile at Arlette’s comment of finding it interesting how the wolf’s prey was also intelligent with keeping a distance from their apex predators. ”The white tails are surprisingly observant and coordinating of each other’s herds. I don’t know if they have a hierarchy like our pack, but different herds seem to seek allyship in one another.” One would think they only mindlessly grazed all day.
 
At the mention of bog herd bison at her prior homeland, the Mackenzie tilted her head again in curiosity. ”What brought you to the Saints then?” Her steel gaze traced its way along Arlette’s deep scarring. Zsuzsa assumed Arlette must have sustained her wounds in travels along here, although she did not want to ask directly, risking it to be rather unpolite to point out her blemishes.