Dawnlark Plains glass eyes

The Tundrian would not remain a total stranger to the Tagia. Not when knowing there was a shortage of prey. Perhaps, come spring, the herds will have returned, their health renewed. The young lady who she had a skirmish with before (still lost to her own memory), brokenly said she needed capable hunters. Friends as well.

Drawing in a breath, she stole a curious glance to the unnamed white boy. Judging by his attitude, she certainly didn't doubt he was easy to be-friend. As able as she was in understanding and tracking down prey, Keyni politely declined the offer with a soft shake of her head. "I will keep it in mind, but I am afraid I already have plans. A promise to keep, for a friend." She tipped her chin down, locking eyes earnestly. "But if I am ever in the area, should you need my assistance, then I will be happy to help."