Sunspire Mountains Waiting for a friend

"Yeah... there can never be too many carcasses, can there?" Birk mused, remembering all of the long weeks at his home during the dead of winter, when they had had barely a scrap to eat. The emaciated bodies of his comrades, deeply sunken eyes with half-apathetic, half-crazed look in them. The rising aggressiveness between the packmates and such. He shuddered - he was glad that he was away from that now. This far South the winter just couldn't be as worse as it had been.

"Going already?" he asked, sounding truly disappointed by her - what he thought sudden - departure. "Oh, well... Would you mind if I accompanied you on the way down? It's either that path or the shortcut that is way too steep for me to survive the fall."