Flycatcher Downs the veldt

his introduction was paused by her nod, given for his benefit. the lower the bow the more esteem, but she did not know this tribe and she did not know these names. there were many tribes—her own was so small and reclusive, she wondered what his was like. evidently larger, better-off in some regard, as it could support larger litters.
he called himself a warrior. was his home a dangerous place? she wondered, but did not ask. it was not important right now to learn such details; but she accepted all that he offered with a thin smile, and a listening ear.
she takes a deep breath, in part to relish in the presence of the man and also to steady her resolve. i have not seen any of our kind, here. it has not been long. i was... she thought of the caribou and the man who had interrupted her there.
hunting. learning of the herds here, helping their health, which was a custom that could have been pervasive across their culture, or maybe it was indicative of the ukyomrai, she was not yet well traveled enough to know. how many siblings?
her head gives a slight tilt.
what is that like? having brothers and sisters. i... do not.