Silvertip Mountain Moving Mountains

He'd been about to get reacquainted with his den and maybe try to get a good night's rest, but that didn't seem so important in light of the sad look in Eden's eyes. "No, nothing pressing," he said at once, settling himself beside the colorless woman and looking at the stars. The night was clear, but there was a bite in the wind, as of late. Soon enough, there would be snow on the ground again.

"What's on your mind?" he asked, turning his head to peer at Eden's face.