Duskfire Glacier If I could begin to be

Dione was often an efficient worker, but rather than her usual hunts this morning had been spent walking. It was a chance to stretch her legs, get a lay of the land. In a way she was just being lazy.

Spotting a woman ahead, Dione gave a quiet 'woof' in greeting. She was a hunter, that much was obvious from how her eyes intently watched the treeline. For birds, she guessed. Dione had never been much good for catching birds. But should the other be looking for help, some practice never hurt.

Not if you did it well, at least.