Redhawk Caldera bràithrean fola

Medb’s mind was solely on the practicalities. Sentimentality had never gotten her anywhere, nor did aimless settling. There always had to be a strategy working it’s way through stages in the back of her mind. Even if it was as simple as more reliable food to last through the winter. She hummed, interest in her eyes and a nod when he stated he grew up there. It was interesting, but she did not pry more into his background. She was not certain she wanted to.
 
They parted ways, and Medb began to explore, finding a den to nestle in, and from there getting her own lay of the land without any prying eyes possibly interfering with her own methodology.

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