Broken Antler Fen When I was a child, I heard voices;

Another light shrug. Sure. There were a few places where bison roamed. He could potentially be close to home for all she knew- though he didn’t seem too eager to go back. Impartial, at most. 

Her interest was piqued; an available loner? Just what she was looking for. She liked the gunslinger’s honest answers, and how humbly he admitted he was lost with no trace of ego. Such wolves were few, far between, and valuable. 

Nah, She said, and began to smile. Jutht meanth you ain’t from around here. She assured him. Now she knew he was truly lost- if he hadn’t heard of the elk hunt, he’d have no attachments to any of the wolves there. 

We wuh invited to a collaborative hunt, tho were all other packs between that mountain range, She gestured past him, Thith one, She gestured beyond her, An like…The one patht that. Been huntin’ elk for a few weekth…Eatin’ like royalty, She said with a chuckle. Fattenin’ up for the winter month…Thoun’ interethtin’ at all to you?