Phantom Hollow Aedd Gynvael

Fjall did not often venture toward this hollowed place. It was eerie in its quietness, even moreso now that he had spent a couple moons in the relentlessly noisy company of bison. Their constant shuffling and billowing and grunts - even when sleeping - had taken some getting used to, but these days he found himself pining whenever he was without the din of wolly bovine surrounding him.

He'd traveled beyond Yellowstone's claim this day to find a place he knew at the river where it was best to hunt otters. He was returning from the fishing expedition, long-bodied prize in tow, when he spotted the prowling stranger.

Pace slowing, he dropped his meal, gave his damp pelt a good shake and called out. I greet you, my friend! This is very near to Yellowstone's claim. Can we aid you in some way? Some in his pack may have not been so quick to offer, but Fjall (for better or worse) was an openhearted as they came.