Porcupine Ridge Bonjour Cher Voisin ! (à contrecœur)

He was beginning to regain strength, though it would be a long road ahead to full capacity. His coat had regained some luster, and his bones didn't jut so much from the skin.

Still, it was a fairly gaunt Hex that greeted the visitor—the neighbor to the east. He'd heard tell of her from his warrior women and so approached warily, though friendly enough.

His eyes lit upon the bundle with a mixture of curiosity and mistrust. Gift-giving and trading were not among his own traditions (not so far, anyway). Was he to reciprocate?

And what exactly was it, anyway?

Hello, he said, giving a slight nod in welcome. Questions to be settled after pleasantries, he supposed. Hex. What brings you here?