Boartusk Heights broad-shouldered beast

The explanation that fell from the stranger’s lips struck with sense. Kierkegaard bobbed his head once to show that he understood. It was an intelligent tactic for the other ashen male to have taken. Had it been of any success, it may have proved to be of more worth. The ghostly creature wondered how long this other loner had been able to survive on his own. It was laborious enough to withstand the life of a recluse. It could only have been tasking to live during the famine without the support of others. “How long have you been here?” the pale brute inquired with a single quirked brow, the frown left to his dark lips.