Blacktail Deer Plateau I'm Hemingway with a shot of whiskey

The fish was left beside, untouched and forgotten for the moment, in favor of conversation. He saw lasher tense despite his lack of urgency, and he was still a moment, wondering which to approach first. Finally he decided upon the more hopeful of the subjects, saving talk of Saena for after.

"I have explored some regions, though I haven't found anywhere that strikes me as a new home. Have you?" He figured the man hadn't gone out recently, with wounds such as he'd recieved, but before it was likely he had at least sought a bit. "I spoke with Pearl and she expressed interest in remaining in forested regions. I think that is a part of what draws others here." A musing, for he too would prefer.

"I was iffy on relocating but... I think a change would be for the best. We are isolated here." Their numbers were low and the mountains kept them defended, but also hidden.