Blacktail Deer Plateau I'm not actually sure what a movie is anymore

Watching the ash fall over the horizon was haunting. It almost reminded him of winter, of the snow, but it lacked that familiar chill he was fond of. It gently floated down in a dance so calm, it was eerie. He knew such an event would do the land harm in the long run and yearned for it to end. He even hated how it felt on his fur, on his skin as it sunk between the hairs and dusted his flesh. 

The feeling of being watched overtook him as he turned only his head to meet the gaze of a fiery young lad who had his attention on the paladin. No words were exchanged as he stared back, unsure of what to say, should he even speak. It had been a long time since he had spent any time with children before, and even within that span his time with them was short. 

So instead of trying to figure something out, perhaps how to talk to the kid, entertain him, or maybe even get to know him. Rosencrantz chose to just stare back silently, his eye having nothing other than a bland expression as it lacked anything of substance behind its glow.