Whitewater Gorge Thorn bush

m'from the plains, thataway. She vaguely gestures with her tail, and realizes she maybe shouldn't give her home location away with such ease. Ah well. He'd come face to face with the muscle of yellowstone, or perhaps the bison first. Let him try, if there was any foul intent. Out here pickin' up some stock. Can't find everything I need in one place, so I come round here now n' again.

Wandering with any goal in mind? Y'get kicked out or something? She asked with a snicker, though truth be told, she knew exactly what that sort of sting felt like, there was just.... less empathy, when it came to others.