Whitebark Stream then you can't have me at my morning glory

Connor, she repeated, My name is Anokhi. Her words were heavily accented, lilted in the southern fashion. Looking for breakfast, actually. The waif turned a mischevious look back to the assumed guardian as she continued to track the...hare? No.

The trail continued to grow stronger until it verged on overwhelming. She scrunched her face into a frown and allowed her tongue to loll, saliva beginning to build and drip from her chin. You want to hunt with me? Anokhi asked, figuring that was his intent.