Meeting at the lonesome hill (Madam's PoV)

'She really picked up one hell of a fancy spot for herself,' Madam thought as she more or less mindlessly strolled through the open plain, far ahead of where the humans set up their camp. Far ahead of the battle Fay and her mate just started killing again. 

A long sigh escaped from Madam's full lips when she reached the foot of a small, lone hill that marked the otherwise flat terrain all around. 

'What's with everyone and their fondness for the elevated position?' she thought, recalling the sigh of another hill where her daughter nestled herself for the last few days. 

Shaking her head, Madam casually climbed up the hill's light slope only to appear in front of a small, extremely weird camp. 

On the back end of the hill's top, the humans settled up around twenty times. A bit closer, the group of roughly fifty horses calmly grazed the area they were bound to, and then…