Luneshale Pass bread and butter pinot noir

Kemal was not one for small-talk, Disa noted. He would not kill her for loitering at his door, but he would not hold it open with a smile, either. She followed when he walked away, the tips of her ears barely visible over his shoulder.

Disa did not like sheep, but she wasn't stupid. This was an interview. "I could eat sheep," she said, mentally cursing her luck, then asked hopefully, "Bison?" Disa's father was reckless, and bison had been her first meal as a fledgling hunter. It had cost her a brother and injury to every limb, but the feast had been worth it. She sighed at the pleasure of the memory, breathing cool night air.