Redhawk Caldera Back before children had settled her friends

In truth, she was thinking not about any faces or hunting.

Perched upon a large stone, warmed by what the sun had provided earlier in the day, she was peering at the sky for the first glint of stars. Hopeful to see them and retell the stories to herself. Soon she'd fill the ears of the children with them but for now, it was mostly for herself. To feel the remaining connection between herself and the family she had left behind.

Perhaps the melancholy of her conversation with Cinar had not fully left her.

It was something to set aside as she heard a familiar voice.

Her head turned over her shoulder from her stone-perched spot, yellow eyes spotting his hunter's frame with an ease. If only because she had the benefit of having been in these lands a smidge longer than him. Yet she imagined with all his hunting, he'd know these lands nearly better than her in no time!

Here, She called warmly and hoped to beckon him for a moment before they began their promised hunt.