Blacktail Deer Plateau Mouths are dry, river runs

a low snort, not unlike a bull's, leaves rusalka as he watches the trespasser depart his lands. the fact that the threat had to be made at all sets the cairn patriarch's hackles on edge. their time here had been quiet and this was the first infraction ... but rusalka cannot help but fear that it will not be the last.

still, he keeps these worries from his son; whom he turns to.

good job, he is sure to praise. come, let's make a sweep of the borders here and strengthen them.