Kintla Flatlands I need a walk…. A break.

She woman approach her, in friendly greeting she gave a wag of her tail, a smile upon her face. Raindrop relaxed her stance, her tail swaying in reply to the friendly gesture. “Hello. It’s a pleasure I’m sure, Gyr.” She’d reply with words, “I am Raindrop of Village Moontide. This woman, Greyfalcon, had come from Raventhorpe. She wasn’t quite familiar with them, but that didn’t matter. “Did you come for the great bison hunt?” She asked.