Redtail Rise i miss you on a train, i miss you in the morning

At their hesitation, Ulloriaq thought for a moment she might have gotten through to them. Until the proverbial fishing rod came up empty. Some nuts were just too tough - and too proud - to crack. 

"Very well," she sighed, rolling her shoulders back to ease the stiffness that had begun to gather on her spine. "I shall leave you to idle chitchat with the hares." Her voice was light despite the disappointment she felt. It was, quite plainly, a waste of her time to push further.

Her thoughts wandered briefly to the bison hunt - would they have attended? She snorted and turned to leave. Definitely not. It had never sat right to have a village closed off to aid, though she would not voice these opinions to them.

"Moonsong wishes you good hunting."