Silvertip Mountain So now I just sit in silence.

Whatever words she spoke first were of a different language, but he oddly didn't think much of it. Likely, it was due to the fact that he was fairly used to an unknown language being used in his presence. Regardless, she was speaking again, and this time in the language he did know. She came here to watch the stars...and think. The former he didn't know much about, and as pretty as he thought the night sky was, he hadn't really had much time to gaze upon it lately. His pack and his family teetered on the edge of survival, and unfortunately, that left little time for things like stargazing. Thinking, though, he knew that well—far too well, and he wondered: Thinking about what? He was curious about what kind of problems she might have. Maybe listening to a stranger vent would take his mind of his own troubles for a while.