Painted Moose
"Are you certain?" Kyril frowned in concern, "Not that I doubt you, but I don't like the idea of anyone getting sick out here." It was dangerous in the cliffs and there were so many wild animals. Yet then again here she was just wandering about as she pleased. I suppose I should rethink some decisions. Still, at least she wasn't drenching wet. That was the big issue here.
Kyril nodded slowly, "I suppose it does." Though if the other girl came from a camp then why did she need to forage for food like this? It truly was an odd sight. As the strange grabbed the fish Kyril offered the basket, "It's fishy now so you may as well keep it and use it."
"For fresh air." She shrugged her shoulders, "I wanted to get some fresh air away from the family and wandered a bit too far. I also collect anything interesting that I find since I enjoy crafting." The hybrid pursed her lips, "Though I do have a name which is Kyril - just so you know."