Heron Lake Plateau Got your number

lol she wouldn't know his name yet

Her eyes — beautiful pale moons they were — gravitated towards his bag, as they usually did. He was more interested in what she called these lands: Teekon. A region known as the Hinterlands. Teekon was a strange name; he had never encountered such before. He idly wondered what language it must have come from before turning back to the conversation at hand. A vinter home, mostly. New specimens more like. A voice whispered in the back of his head. Bastian pushed the white noise aside, behind his cheerfulness. You have a pack, ja? You are smellink like a pack volf.