Duskfire Glacier i'm cauterizing the veins you lacerate

Hunt.

Eat.

Those were words she understood loosely. Spoken many times when she visited places or encountered strangers. It is good to think that perhaps Sega has secured them another hunt, another meal. Even if her appetite waned with the nerves of such an illusive encounter.

She did not make the first move to follow.

Instead it was her companion she looked to now. Did he trust enough to accept the mountain man’s words?