Sun Mote Copse At last, at last

I am afraid that I am a far better scavenger than I am a hunter, or I would offer to share the meal with you. She spoke with a smile, a tilt of her head gesturing him further into the territory. I did hear that there are good hunting grounds just south of here. Smaller prey, good for flushing.

Lifting her head to check for the scent of anyone who may be following the man, she soon resumed her previous path. My name is Waawaashkeshi, and this is the territory of the Summerwalkers. For now, at least. She responded, proudly looking out upon the copse. What brought you to the hinterlands, my friend?