Northstar Vale there, on the small of his back,

there was no food. shadow grimaced at the thought of starving through another winter but knew that he would find the same answer at any border he approached. the famine of the autumn left caches throughout the wilds desolate and without reprieve. 

so, it was okay. they would proceed. 

i'm a chronicler by trade, he fibbed, a historian, ma'am. would this suffice? she didn't seem to expect one answer over an another. is this okay? i-i can change it.