Redsand Canyon Stomping Grounds young and Old

Whirst re-evaluated the female in front of her, she glanced down at the half grown but not fully flighted Raven fledging below her, it didn’t move seeming to sense the unease growing in it’s kidnapper. But to make sure her prize was unharmed the black female remaled still, hovering over the fauna protectively.

She mulled over her options then sighed, there were no other options besides blundering blindly hoping like hell she’d win the lottery and find them. She wasn’t going to waste words or time she’d rather just get on with it and be gone. She had no idea she had accidentally stolen from this femme whom likely needed every cache and every morsel given the disability that Whrist was also still unaware of, despite the milky eyes, all she knew was this one didn’t look right but so far acted fine. Damn youth and lack of life experience.

“What is your price?” Her voice was more calm and confident then she felt, However If that one could help then she wanted it. Depending on the price she’d even be willing to let things go even if this one had no useful information.