Blacktail Deer Plateau I Made a Wrong Turn to Right

Vires seemed to read her thoughts, declaring a preference for hot meat. "Sounds good to me," Pied answered agreeably. "These hoof-prints don't seem too fresh but we could follow them anyway. I mean, they have to lead somewhere," she opined, glancing around the forest. Since they were already on the game trail, it seemed the likeliest of choices anyway.

"So, where did you come from before you joined Bon Dye?" Pied asked as they walked. Once they closed in on prey, they'd have to be quiet, yet they were far away yet. "I came from a place called the Seahawk Valley," she volunteered, in case Vires was hesitant to share details about her past.