Blackfoot Forest may the light guide me

She was soft spoken, and Sia halted his attempt to turn away. Tilting his head, he reevaluated the woman, softening his gaze he nodded slowly. An understanding of sorts was reached, each of them alone and wandering. Unable to rest, or unwilling. Siarut couldn’t stop the thought as he flinched, “The night is long, to long without rest.”

Still to wired to truly relax, Siarut found lowered his haunches coming to a sit. His bushy white tail twitching against the cool frozen dirt. A tick he had developed in the last few months in the company of a less than ideal role model. “I have travelled these parts many times.”

Sia could remember the times spent in this territory and those nearby. Many good memories, but also many bad. “What brings you to the Wilds?”