Bearclaw Valley I am still here. Give me back my smile.

Ah, the hunt! It was where many scents became faces, and faces became names. Blondine was glad to have finally tracked down this Onyx, as it brought back a certain memory to her mind: the woman's incident with the bovine's wrath. A look of concern instantly crossed onto her face as she searched for any obvious injuries, rudely ignoring Onyx's question before realizing. Pardon me, she cooed, I'm Blondine, Blondine Abernathy.

I'm a medic, Blondine explained, eyes darting back to Onyx's seemingly untouched frame, I was wondering if you were feeling funny at all, after the whole debacle with the moose.