Shadow Mountain tell me what color the sun really is

The first question causes his head to tilt a little to once side, a wave of questions rolling through, and he can't help but wonder what type of tribe she runs. Is there something he doesn't know that might scare him off? He finds it difficult to believe, certain there's no worse place than his homeland and no better place than the maplewood, that they'd do something to chase him off. When she reiterated her question, he finds a little more understanding, but realizes she's still asking questions that he can't answer with certainty.

"I don't know. I don't know anything about your tribe," he explains what he thinks to be the obvious answer. They are still within the wilds, he's certain, and he finds himself wondering about Capri, whom noted she'd lived upon a mountain she'd found, and he'd never gotten the chance to visit. A soft hum escapes him and he shrugs. With the distraction of conversation, he finds the space more tolerable, but his expression is heavy and eyes hungry even when he tries to mask them. He grinds his teeth and nods his head instead, "I'm fine. Tell me of your home?"