Lost Creek Hollow snow pheasant

silvertongue smiled. it lit her eyes in a cool way, jewels of brilliant fire. "it is good to meet you also. sandulf, or sandy, is our resident hunter. ask him to bring you something, si? perhaps you could trade for it." she left any suggestion for the woman to decide and stepped grandly away. "you are a healer. how long have you been at it, faun?" she wondered if crowfeather's joint would give him pain this winter.