Moonstone Quarry o, chanda

her brother, she knew, would have made a song of this. 

( a rare case in which she wouldn't mind )

"troo." the huntress nodded. 

ensuing quiet was used to think.

"areh yu... vith... pahck?" not likely. she'd been breathing their air; it had much to it. the forest, the field, the mountain. but only a lone вук.

"t'at?" her head gestured towards the odd ring of little peaks. her braided ears swayed lightly.