Blacktail Deer Plateau A low hum

I hope you don’t mind if I join you?

Gyr had finished up her rounds this morning, and now meandered the pack grounds… which were creepily empty. She hadn’t seen much of anyone of late since her past encounter with Rhonen, he was such a good gentleman already despite his age.

While meandering she had spotted Reyson, a large man of large proportions, clearly a warrior. Scars which had appeared to be from many battles, likely well earned. She approached him, showing respect by body language, “Hello sir,” she greeted, “I hope you are well, enjoying the scenery yes?”