Sunset Valley swison

heda nodded. "it looks like lots of them are sick," she stage-whispered back, motioning to a caribou bull that wove and stumbled unnaturally and alone from the herd. seized by the want to be daring and the need to participate somehow, the girl's muscles tightened. she would have stepped forward once more, unable to heed more than her instinct.
and then the woman that her sister had called nyra was climbing the slopes and speaking.
the caribou were momentarily forgotten as she gawked toward the ginormous woman covered in twisted scars. she reiterated the warning and that was when she learned the man's name. kigipigak. she'd never heard anything like it.
"druid said you killed a mountain lion. how?" she inquired, hungry for the knowledge of such power.