Redtail Rise Beartooth

He heard the voice, the questions. It came as a surprise after so long without speaking, and for the time spent with the wordless man. The elder considered the girl again. Discerning, watching. I am Tulimaq. Maybe he was known here. Maybe his name had slipped from memory or importance. His appraisal concluded with a look to the pale man, but the games were over and it was clear that, while Tulimaq was welcomed here, he was impressing the wrong person.

Tulimaq sat. I am hunting. Which was not a lie, but not all truth either. I seek a place to stay for the winter, maybe longer. Maybe until my end. He said this and watched the girl to see how she might take this; would she see value in his age and experience or focus on things which went unsaid?