Blacktail Deer Plateau For a minute

"Rina," he said, nodding his head to acknowledge the female's introduction. At her comment, he blinked and shook his head slightly. "It's not that. Do you know about my brother, Atticus? We have good days and bad days. Today is a bad day," he explained simply.

Despite insisting he wasn't tired, he dropped to his haunches like a sack of potatoes, sighing softly and wincing. He did not drink, nor speak. He simply stared off into space a moment, his thoughts swirling in his head.