Northstar Vale with copper upon your tongue

He had felt her presence before the cracking of the branch, her scent carried on the wind as it travelled down stream. But it wasn’t until the branch cracked that he opened his eyes. Curious, he turned to the woman with a raised brow. Of course he wasn’t mad. It took a lot to make him overly upset. His meditations were often interrupted. Nothing to fret about.

“Hello.” He greeted quietly, just loud enough to be heard. Then he waited. Waited to see what she wanted.