Felltree Marsh Gigelorum

so so so sorry for the wait! <;

Shea watched as the girl began to notice the beaver signs, examining each symbol of their presence with her clever ice-blue eyes. Still, she seemed inexperienced in the matter of hunting these riverfolk, as told by the way she looked back up at him, questioning and curious.

He gestured towards the rolling current that tumbled down into the pond. Them beavers’ll come upstream tae forage as tha sun goes doon, he explained in a hush. We gunna ambush ‘em. Hide close by an’ cut off their path back tae tha wat’er. Ye wi’ me, lassie? He tilted his head, mossy eyes scanning her face for either agreement or confusion.