Blacktail Deer Plateau He said "Peter Pan, that's what they call me,"

He perked his ginger ears forward when she spoke of recognising the name. It was clear she knew of no face, none that she could rise from any memories, but he was glad enough that the boy's name was known at the very least. "C'était mon meilleur ami." Kieran spoke, the words falling softly from his tongue - he had missed having someone to talk to in French. Even if this was a situation in which he felt an unbelievably painful sorrow in his chest from the very thought of it.

Her next inquiry made the sad smile grow again, gaze flicking to the horizon to watch the line where the land met the sky in darkness. It was barely visible, only thanks to the moon. "I don't know... that's the problem."