Dawnlark Plains From the scars on my arms

South. She spoke in response. A place where odd fleshy creatures walked about, and the bison thrived while Calfuray suffered underfoot the rest of the land. She was glad to be rid of the place.

This woman was rather strange, she thought. Though maybe the other thought her to be strange too. I am Calfuray. She offered her name - a common courtesy she thought. And you?

Eyes fixed to the other, she lifted her good leg to scratch at her neck - though the majority of her efforts hit the strange object wrapped loosely around her throat.