Blacktail Deer Plateau lxii. i'm just a shell of who i was before

i must apologize, she admits, i did not make the best impression.  politely, she bowed her head again, to make it clear she held no ill will.  from the way she had been attacked, she assumed she must speak quickly, lest she find herself running for the hills once again.

i passed through your land with my sisters one night.  we had just lost our home.  the borders weren't marked.  they were grieving.  they found the caches and destroyed them.  i didn't partake.  but i didn't stop them, either.  we thought nobody lived there.  otherwise, they would not have been so rude to you and your good folk.

if she were not to be stopped before she could say more, she would offer, i want to extend my formal apologies.  she casts a long glance down at the ungulates below.  i would like to make it up to you.  perhaps this way, she could redeem herself — if not in moonglow's eyes, than in her own.  and maybe it would mean something to the listener that she had tried.