The Bracken Woods The one of Ice

The pale one did not take her up on her offer. Which she didn't mind. Her dark tipped ears flicked back but did not flatten. "Then, at the very least the chase seems to have been what you needed." She offered, tailing on his boredom of easier kills.

Setting aside her past interest of a hunt, Keyni focused more closely on Kigipigak, as he called himself. The name struck a chord of familiarity with her, though she had yet to place it. Lost to him was that she was far from new to these wilds. However, this exact stretch of forest, was a different story. Though no smile lay on her lips, her expression was calm. Pleasant. "I am Keyni. I have only just returned to the Teekon after an unforeseen absence." She peered at him closely, with jade eyes so much like that of Kukutux. "Your people...what do they call themselves?"