Bramblepoint point to the hills

The woman’s company was more than pleasant for the golden lad. He had found himself thoroughly enjoying their little rain watch, and he knew that it would be a fond memory that he could look back on when recalling his first several days in the Teekon Wilds. She spoke as though she meant it genuinely, and this warmed the heart of the gold-cloaked beast. A happy twinkle sparked his gaze and he bowed his head respectfully to the lady.
 
When she questioned him about his origins, the boy allowed a long breath to escape from his lips and he peered thoughtfully at her with pale golden eyes. “Well, missus, I come from way down south y’see. Nowhere near these parts. A great big forest called the Wild Wood,” he answered her with a sure nod of his head, and with a very sudden ache for the home he had left behind. Attempting to shake the thoughts from his skull, Sawyer turned to her with an expression of interest. “What about you, darlin’?”