Blacktail Deer Plateau tuviatchiak

She felt some inkling of embarrassment at his words. Like he might scorn her for not doing better, might think poorly of how bad she did tending to it. Only such harsh words never came. It was a simple statement.

Perhaps I can learn. It was not as though she busied herself with much else in the silent moments upon the plateau. Blacktail remained small — protected — despite its few faces seen.

Any worries or embarrassment of former washed away as he spoke of her home. Thank you. I hope to make it a meaningful home one day. Somewhere that others might wish to stay and grow close. Honor our histories... Something warm and whimsical in her voice.

Although she realized her sort of...ramble of words and opted to drift off back into silence. Eyes trained on him as she took in more of his features.