Sunset Valley swison

Focused as he was upon minding the herd, Kigipigak was not aware of the audience upon the rise; he glanced periodically towards Nyra, finding her easily among the drifting bodies, seeking the many ugly scars that marred her. Her smell was easy to pinpoint these days: a mixture of herbal notes from her treatments and the stale taste of old and unwashed skin, somewhat geriatric in nature.

It wasn't until a voice called out that Kigipigak turned, sharply, with some unknowable emotion hitched to his square jaw, that he saw the trio. The boldest among them looked plainly after the caribou while the others hung back - notably the smallest of them, a ginger girl, was sandwiched between two others and appeared ready to bolt in the manner of a caribou calf.

It was amusing to him. Many times Kigipigak had been so bold among the men of his village; but he was not sure of these children - they were not of Moonglow, and he was loath to put Duskfire's progeny at any risk. He looked to Nyra as she approached, his brow raising slightly as if to say, 'Well this was unexpected.'

How many hunts have you seen? He called to the boldest of the three, his voice alerting some of the more aware caribou in to a trot, which was hard to contend with. You should be careful. These beasts are strong enough to kill either of us with a kick, he motions to Nyra with some purpose, and could trample you. Do not get too close!

He would determine if, at all, they would go ahead with pursuit. So far no target had presented itself and Kigipigak was not about to orchestrate something with such young strangers. Being eager was only useful if one was willing to listen and learn.