Grouse Thicket if the wind does blow

What an odd thing for a boy to utter. Tulimaq was tempted by the chance to lie and make something up, create in this boy a follower and take him back to his mountain. He was a hungry creature and could use a hot meal, but beyond that he was a tall thing, lithe in all the right places, and might very well fill out when given the proper support. Tulimaq thought he could mold this boy in to another mountaineer — turn his body from scaffolding to something worthwhile, and add to his own strength in the process.

The concept flits through his mind hastily and he did consider it, but... Then he fixed his golden gaze upon the boy and said, No. You do not smell like the wetlands here, or my mountain. So you must not be from around here, but you also have no idea who you are, he thought afterwards. Are you alone? He worries. It is the middle of winter and the boy doesn't look so good; he thinks, maybe, he should play the hero instead of the villain and merely bring the boy to where he knows there is food and shelter.