Dragoncrest Cliffs the eternal struggles of the howling man

Rosalyn nodded and was content to fall in silently behind, following her lead easily.  The turnaround she'd made since arriving was intense, and Rosalyn wondered idly (and perhaps a bit morbidly) if it would last.  What had caused her catatonic state before, and if re-triggered, would she remain that way longer?  It was... unsettling, that a mind could shut down like that.  She tried to shrug off the chill it evoked, but a shiver ran her spine.

What do you look for, tracking a herd? Rosalyn asked, more an attempt to shift her mind than a real grab at knowledge.  She did know admittedly few things about hunting large inland game, however... she could count on one paw the times she'd taken down deer in a pack.  Always it was small solo game or large coastal catches, and birds were her typical go-to.