Stone Circle see ya in another life, brotha

"The north," Murdock said amicably.  "A place called Sameth, which lies beside a great river."

He looked at the two green boys that accompanied him, somehow doubting that they'd seen very much travel in their days, but figuring it was safer to ask. "What about you two? Are ya far from your bloodlands?" His own younger brother, after all, had left his father's pack at the tender young age of seven months and fourteen days. That was the exception and not the rule, howver. Murdock, himself a great lover of travel, had remained in his father's pack until he'd seen a full year.

But all this was his own experience, and for all he knew, these boys could've been born into a pack of nomads and travelled more miles than Murdock could even imagine. Thus, the male listened with earnest interest.