Shy Deer Steppes choose your future

Okay, so someone did, but it was someone running on four legs and not two. They looked more like the vested dogs than the farmhands such as himself or his brothers; but, it was a person either way!

They spoke to him with a discernable disdain but Cormag was thrilled to bits regardless, and refused to let their attitude sway him.

Ah! Is th' smoke fae yer ferm? Yer walkers nea? They looked well-kept enough to be minded by someone, nary a hair out of place and dirty only on the paws, likely from the travel to the steppe.

The boy looked around her and then towards the path she had come climbing along, looking for plumes along the horizon that might tell of campfires, or such things.