Duskfire Glacier You can run on for a long time

ooc: sorry for the wait mdear! phone post :0

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at least he is not scorned for not knowing siarut's name -- he draws his tongue across his lips and nods, forcing himself to be present. "samothes, yes." the messeda pauses. he is more or less trapped in this conversation, although he's nothing to say -- his brain echoes ronnie, ronnie, nothing else. thankfully -- he can act. "so you and yours come from the north," he hears himself saying, playing the part of interested pack-member, "is it .. glacial, like this, where you're from?"