Blacktail Deer Plateau To be a poet is a condition...

"I am sorry, no, we did not exchange names. I did not wish to invite trouble to myself - you know because of all the trespassing in spring, and he did not give his name, playing the role of a cautious scout well," Wraen shook her head, though it occurred to her that she might have been too careful and that a name would have been something that she could have lured out, while giving one that did not quite match her own, but was not far off from the truth either. 

"You know... this is really wretched," she said after a pause, looking around the plateau, then back at Arcturus. "That there should be such limitations to, where we can go and to whom we may talk to... I mean I am not exactly afraid, but... it sits at the back of my head, whenever I set out to travel the flatlands. What's worse - there is Bronco and Meerkat among them, they are our friends, but, how can you tell them that - hey, I am not welcome here - without making them doubt the very leadership they have chosen?"