Duskfire Glacier and anything before is nothing

She arrived, ever watchful of him (as much as she was allowed to be) when he was on their claim, not long after he made the discovery. The stench of fox hung heavy around him. Along with obvious destruction to a place where something had once been.

They have been robbed, was all she could think as she stared at the scene.

Do we run them off now? A pause. Hunt them? Her voice hushed and meek as it tended to be. Although her words were a rather brave statement when compared to her usual lull of comforting words.