Moonspear rabbits foot

The boy faced away.

Tullik frowned at his back, unsure if her mere presence had offended him and half wanting to apologize for it. But, she had come for a reason.

She dropped the rabbit, using her nose to gently push it towards the white coated man.

I do not hunt often, to be fair. She spoke, quiet as to not disturb the atmosphere. She settled to the side in the entryway, tucking her limbs beneath her like a fawn.

I am mountain walker. That is my role in the village. She tipped her head to the side, not unlike an odd bird.

I am Tullik. Tullik Pitsâtailik.