Blacktail Deer Plateau From Under the Floorboards

acting like at this point in time, tunerk is back in RUS! since l2d2 said I could I WILLLLL

Tunerk had returned and was as productive as she could be. Life was far from a dream without food and the frigid day matched her equally frigid mood. The northern woman could not feel it though; such temperatures were what she was used to and even preferred. The sound of anothers hollering had Tunerk, who was fortuitously close, coming to meet them. Raleska was a name she knew after all.

And his was a familiar face, too, if only vaguely so. She stopped nearly a yard away from him, and squinted; she could not recognize him entirely. So she simply stood there and watched, trying to remember.