ibex you won't like this

With winter on the way Twig was eager to bring some food back to Abaven to keep everyone fed during the cold and lean months. She ventured forth from her home’s borders to thin out the herds elsewhere. As the Memoire woman traveled further from Abaven she regretted more and more not having Corvus come along with her. How many times did she have to give up an opportune moment because she was alone out here? Of course Twig had also figured that she would see a lot more of the smaller game instead of the large animals she’d been seeing for the most part.

Frustration was beginning to build as her dainty paws took her over the plains littered with rocks. Eventually her bright purple gaze fell on the Ibex herd, and again she was about to throw a fit over her luck when she spotted the man behind his rock. Opportunity made itself obvious and she made her way closer. Quiet enough she wouldn’t spook the animals but obvious enough she wouldn’t spook her hopefully stranger turned partner.

”Hey,” she whispered, ducking behind the boulder. ”Think we could strike up a deal?”