Emberflame Ridge Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

No problem!

He shot her a friendly look when he watched her expression turned wistful, wondering he she had ever seen the ocean before. One day, he hoped he would see her near the coast again, and properly show her the beauties of the ocean. Before arriving at the wilds, the only large expanse of water he had contact with was the lake that stood aloof at the edge of Horned Owl valley, with a single river leading to it. During autumn, Salmon often leapt into their river and his family would have a feast. 

He was slightly surprised when Qamar corrected his assumption about them catching many birds in the mountains. Sympathising with her when she spoke of the famine, he gave her a grin. "It seems the famine has struck everywhere. I hope that what you wish is true and larger prey shall return soon." He spoke, gazing around them in the peacful forest. "But the wilds as recovering, if the land we stand on is anything to go by."

He took steady steps, keeping up a good pace beside her, enjoying the sunny afternoon and the regrowing forest, looking forwards to the days to come.