Bearclaw Valley they served you venison and morphine

He didn't get close and remained mindful of the space between them. Even if the cold taunted him, even if the weariness of Alarian's features haunted his brain. Support him, his brain cooed even if Outlander didn't want to. The large Lambda was not sure if the small male had heard his words before he departed last time but Outlander was not going to put himself in a position where he might get warm feelings again. It was too much for him at the moment.

Do you know this place? He asked softly as he glanced around at the snow dusted walls of the valley. It was beautiful even if everything was so empty and cold.