Blacktail Deer Plateau memorystone

I hope you don’t mind if Gyr finds you.

Gyr had been scouting the borders for self training, smelling for any signs of nearby scents. Both good, and ill willed.

She picked up a scent and followed it…. It seemed to come from a vaguely familiar memory… She came up the object, “Tamar….?” She thought to herself, then signaled for her bird to take flight and roost into a nearby tree.

She slowly approached the downed woman, lying along the borders. She walked with purpose, yet a genuinely concerned look on her face. Staying quiet otherwise, she gently said, “Hey, are you okay? Your not injured are you?”