Shadowwyn Moor Slow down, you're doing fine

A valley?

Sulukinak wanted to keep going; she desired to move along with the caribou, but for now would pause her observations to service this stranger. They looked about the same age - but she looked softer, this Ameline. Round, plush; something maternal about her physique that made Sulukinak a little less nervous to linger.

No, her tone sharper than necessary, accusatory almost, —the Saatsine do not settle. They go with the caribou. A wave of her tail dispels what tenuous energies have built along her spine.

When they go, we go. A small snort, perusing at the grass now which had been bitten short by flat teeth. If this woman wanted them gone sooner, perhaps she could find a man to chase the caribou away; but it would no doubt take several, and she smelled of only a few.