Golden Glade It rips you to shreds.

It didn't make much sense for a kid to be roaming on their own, so Yutani kept an eye out for any adults. Then again, he'd grown up in a place replete with adults, just the sordid kind, and without any real supervision. He'd turned out okay—alive, at least. To say he was being protective of some stranger's lost crotch fruit was a stretch; he was looking out for his own hide more than anything, unwilling to put himself in to a confrontational situation if there were others out here.

When the kid went on to answer his question he was pretty dismissive, frowning at the trees surrounding them as he looked for signs of company. There could be all kinds of dangers out here for someone like her—so where the hell were the kid's parents? Ah well, not his horses and not his rodeo, or whatever. Yeah, tough luck there. He commented with a raise of his brow, watching the snow fall around them.

I'm Sugar. Who're you? Said the kid. And what're you doing out here? Hell, it might be a good idea to make nice with the locals.

The name is Zeppelin. He lied easily. One perk of being a bastard raised by pirates. I'm lookin' for something to eat. Ain't no use hunting for plants with this snow fallin' everywhere, y'know. Probably all dead from the cold or rotted from the ice. Where are your parents, kid? The condescending edge to his voice probably wouldn't help matters any, but Yutani needed to set the kid straight. Whoever sent them out on this little errand likely wanted them dead and that wasn't kosher.