Blacktail Deer Plateau tuviatchiak

It was a good time to arrive home. The pine scent wrapped the land, offered to coat them in a shared scent. It was a welcomed thing, to have another in her lands.

This is it. I call it Blacktail. She offered warmly. That ghost of a smile back on her features again as she allowed her pale eyes to look back towards him. Although she had compared him to snowy mountains, ice fields and glaciers in her mind, he seems at place here.

Maybe that's simply because she wants him to be at place here.

I can show you where I've made home? Offered when she realized that it was best to look away from him now, focus back on the rainy land.