Boartusk Heights For here he owns, that now and then

The Montserrat was clearly exasperated with her hostility. Adrenaline began to lower along with the hackles of fur along her spine. Further alluding there was a companion with him that was nowhere in sight, Piety revealed he was simply passing through on means of hunting. Giving a few more moments of visibly processing the situation before her, the plane of her tail lowered, and her tense shoulders relaxed some. The flicker of what was a frenzied agitated ember in her steel eyes began to smolder into hard smoke.  ”No.” Zsuzsa replied again in a flat manner toward his question. ”Made a turn west, for better means of hospitality to wherever.” The southern lands of the Wilds offered nothing but endless plains and minimal prey. At least in these parts, there was more overhead in both foliage and overhead view of the land from high peaks.
 
At the mention of hunt, the Mackenzie felt the pit of her stomach sink further into herself. It was as if her organ comprehended and understood his prerogative of hunting. She could feel her salivary glands begin to water at the thought. ”No." She repeated again. She shook her head, blinking several times to clear the last remnants of rage bubbling up inside her. There was still a thousand-yard stare of some worry in her eyes, but it wasn’t as intense. ”It’s fine. If your companion is nowhere to be found, I can give a helping paw if needs be.” Just like that, the situation suddenly turned on itself.