Arrow Lake Jol

Lizards? River’s head was forced back a little in surprise.



Then her mock skepticism gave way to a genuine smirk when he laughed. She listened to him explain, though the alleged delicious fatness concerning his meal of choice did not exactly sway her opinion. I’ll take your word for it, she teased, tail wagging softly.

The huntress turned to sniff about the multitude of prints, determining their direction while also trying to discern if any scent among them carried even a tinge of illness or injury. These belong to sheep. A small herd, River told her temporary companion. They frequent this trail, because it’s the quickest way through these ridges to the lake. She gestured ahead of them. They’ve gone back recently. We’ll run into them soon.

She led the way forward, easing her gait for the less familiar wolf at her side, should he pause for anything that was of interest to him. So, Maofen? Is that what your homeland is called? There was still a bit of time before they’d need to fall into a hunter’s hush, and River was interested in everything about the foreigner.