Nova Peak I wanna take you for granted

the hunter heeded. blueberry was quelled. lestan let out an exhale as he watched the lead gather her herd and disappear over the ridge. "very good," he praised, turning to face the woman.
where he was no hunter, she was everything one might demand, with a sharp wild prettiness to her face that set him on surprising edge. "i am lestan mayfair. our issumatar tasked me when i came to discover our food sources, and i suppose since then i have made those deer my project."