Blacktail Deer Plateau Trips and dips and daisies

not necessarily, ingram replies after a moment of thought. not if everyone brought something they caught. but it was true, he considers after another quiet moment, that hunting big game would help fill their food caches quicker.

at any rate, they did not have enough numbers to have a good chance of being successful.

the name of the culture she offers has no bearing upon him but he tucks it away all the same. if ingram has learned anything in his short span of life it was that information was power and even the most trivial could — one day perhaps — be useful. i thought you only had your atka and sos. ingram murmurs in contemplation, because he was curious if nothing else.

he pauses and marks the borders, claws scraping the hardening ground.

without my nightwife there is no reason for me to stay by the sea. and there was a better chance of survival — in general but also from the weather — if they weren't being constantly battered by the cold winds of the sea. this plateau feels like it is a good place.