Verdigris Ravine tuft

Mind if I join you? I think Chisa would be rather curious of whatever is going on here.

She had now been old enough to venture herself within tribe lands. She had been following a scent, practicing tracking. Continuing to follow, she heard a rustle in a nearby bush. A shrub. She went up to it and to her surprise a medium sized fowl jumped out, a prairie chicken.

This spooked her for a minute, but then it turned her attention to a long figure sitting upon a circle. In this circle were white objects, unknown to her she wandered closer. It smelled like tribe man, it was Zoug. “This one sit with Zoug?” She asked, quitely going up to him. “What does zoug have? White things.”