Arrow Lake Jol

Mountain goat, always, River answered swiftly. Some wolves preferred the more supple meat of deer, but the marl huntress would always choose to dine on the muscular mountain climbers if given the choice. Something about being able to take down such ornery creatures made her that much more excited to eat them. But since it’s just the two of us, we’re less likely to get gored to death if we find some sheep instead. I’ve seen some nice, fat bighorns around here since there aren’t that many predators in this area.

River turned before they could make contact, before she would find herself distracted by more thoughts of his closeness. She dashed away through the snow, towards the slopes, confident that Cad would not be far behind. Is the land like this where you’re from? she asked over her shoulder, before turning her nose to the rocks in an effort to unearth a recent trail.

She sought to know how experienced he would be in the mountains.