Blacktail Deer Plateau breathing in the view

You're all good!

The Alpha took a seat a leap or so away from Grezig, ears pricked inquisitively as the Beta spoke. "Oh?" She asked curiously, head cocking. To Liri, the beauty of Teekon had never failed to catch her attention - even in the best of times. 

The fae turned her dark gaze on the Flatlands below - rugged, wild, beautiful wilderness. The golden green grasses gave way to the distant dark curve of the Whitefish and beyond that, the dark scraggly forests and the low profile of Great Bear's mountains. She tried to imagine it in the winter, its hollows and outcrops softened by a blanket of white, but was unable to conjure it. The sylph supposed she would just have to wait and see what it looked like - the thought brought a smile to her face. 

"It's good that you have found a way to relax," she responded, turning back to Grezig. "I sometimes have to remind myself to find time for it. So much lingers on the mind these days," the healer murmured, thinking aloud. The coming winter was the most prevalent. They would need to start hunting as a pack, and soon. The caches were filling but they would need big game to round them out for the winter.