Sawtooth Spire angst.

while the wolf spoke, ancelin glanced around. he wasn't willing to talk about the family he had left in the valley, not yet. but the mountain was huge and vast, with a frozen river and high stretches into the snowy expanse above.
it was more different than anything he'd seen, or anywhere he had yet lived.
"can i ask how many of you are here?" the bearclaw hunter asked tentatively. "oh, also, i'm ancelin."