Whitebark Stream the last of her tribe

the caribou alerted her to the presence before she'd even smelled him. they stomped and snorted, heads raised and focused. tracking the man, who came upon her with a growl. one she would return. 

she turned to face him, her broad shoulders tensing. he smelled so familiar. lanzadoii? but she did not know his face. she stood tall, as she wouldn't grovel. her eyes sharp, assessing.

"my name is black hawk. i am lanzadoii. my clan was hawks peak." there was a certain sorrow in her tone, whenever she spoke of them. and for a moment she bow her head, wishing they rested in peace now. "follow caribou, hoping they lead me to another clan. who are you?"