Barrow Fields At least that’s what I could read

ew i’m a drag. sorry! i tried to shorten this post so their 4 different conversations weren’t so spliced but obvious fail :s you’re welcome to wrap up with your reply!

”if you want to test your sea legs, sure. there’s seal and fish. it’s not bad if you’re used to it.” he shrugged. he liked those meal options, but he preferred the variation plains-dwelling wolves proffered in their culinary inventory. that preference often led to him departing the strand in favor of hunting game he could find in the forest or the mead adjoining them—quail and rodents, generally. he and Ingram could dispatch a deer with unified effort but it was a large expenditure of energy that was best conserved for traveling. 

despite his criticisms, the nautical lot was still a desirable waypoint for Kaori. he sensed how the coolness of her eyes lit like a match when he mentioned their view of the sunset, revitalized. ”there’s a bluff just a ways north-west of here, that’s where i would go. i'll show you sometime, if you're up for an escort.” he offered companionably. Ingram was infinitely more focused on cross-examining the entire community than observing the earth’s rotations, but Ly felt particularly and perhaps peculiarly drawn to its mystique.

he hid the scope of his relief that he had a compeer who, at least in part, shared illogical feelings of homesickness. it was an isolating emotion that was hard to explicate, though Kaori did well enough of that for him to know they were mutually harrowed by it. ”i get that. it’s hard to explain, but i get you.”

the ink-tressed sylph was in the middle of ensuring her intent to help, when he found himself in the conundrum of a snowy inhumation. he peered up, she peered down, cobalt eyes seeming to assess his situation and determine his fate good as sealed. ”pleasure to make your acquaintance.” he muttered through the snow, drawing his legs up to his chest and propelling his body forward like a snow-plow. she had appeared at his side, but was as wispy as she was spry and would not be able to pluck him back from his providence. Lycaon sighed. ”i’m feeling very ice-olated right now.” his woe-face disintegrated into a wide grin and his lips poorly stifled a schoolgirl’s giggle.