Deirdre often wandered into the Settlement to trade, she also often brought gifts of fur and meat that were more than she needed. This morning brought her with a pair of hens in her fingers and a smirk on her lips.
"Good morning, Bjorn." she called out, she knew who each member was even if they didn't know her well. "I have returned a couple of hens I found on the edge of the property down by where I've set up." she gavw a little shrug, one never knew what chickens were up to when they wandered off.
"I assume a fox chased them and they found my place for safety."