Ocean's Breath Plateau herceg novi

It was as the red woman turned to leave that Nyamh smelled it - her season was upon her. Going quiet, the Irish lass pondered if that was why she wished to leave. Being in the presence of two unknown males, well... Nyamh cleared her throat, then said gruffly, "Aye, lads, let her go. Trust me, I'm more than enough comp'ny for th' both of ya's." And then, the talk of a hunt. Nyamh huffed, mulling it over. "It's been a day or two. I... s'pose I could 'unt." Then, she eyed the cupid-wolf. "I'll be on me way after tha', though." She only sought to see the world for the time being.