Cedar Sweep Ghost Train

he tries to remember the details of his last winter. the base of the mountain where he'd lived was snowy too, though so deep as to hit his shoulders. he'd been a scraggly child, fine boned, already possessed of a surly mien. what would his family think seeing him now? what would he think, six months ago?

"i lived by a mountain as a child," he shares, surprised to find it doesn't hurt so much to think about, to say out loud. "north-ish too, though not as far as where you're from, it sounds like. but we got a lot of snow and ice too."

it feels... nice, to be able to share something simple like that. even if he is leaving out the unpleasant details. she agrees to hear about tindómë and he pulls himself back into the present, sitting down to speak. "we live south of here - a place called king elk's forest. our name is tindómë." he studies her for a moment, trying to puzzle out what she'd probably be most interested in, what's fair to share. "we don't hold rank like a traditional pack - instead we're based around trades, the skills you decide to hone." delight pauses to watch her for a reaction before continuing, curious what sorts of things she'd like to study.