Hoshor Plains I'm thinking of you.

bison meat was a rarity for the seawolves. mireille worked to help portion out the flesh, fat, pelt, and bones, speaking little as she did so.
it was a very pretty woman who had her name in unknown mouth. mireille lifted her head, chest bloodied with the hunt, and soon came to find her summoner.
"you ask for mireille an' you have found her," the obsidian joked, though she stilled in the next with inquiring look.