Hills roll to either side of you, but they are short and wide. The atmosphere can only be described as pleasant, for there is a nice breeze, not too much sun, and a hoof-beaten path here.
You can tell this area is not really a place where creatures would live, as there is little cover and few places to hide. However, you can make out some kind of structure in the distance, and in the very far distance, even some trees.
"Hiya," chirps a female voice.
You look to your left and see a bright blue canine with star markings. She flaps her wings and continues, "Name's Oypatri, wanderor. At least, that's what I'm guessing you are."
"Why do you say that?" you ask.
Oypatri laughs, which sounds rather barklike. "You're in the pastures now, and you're clearly not a hunter and you're not eating the grass. The only explination is that you're looking around."
You look at her, "But you're not eating grass, either."
She laughs again. "I'm a hunter, dear, goodness. Of course, my day's work is done." She smiles. "Have fun, there should be a lot of horses and such running about here."
Continue into the Pastures
Investigate the Meadows
