Razorback Ridge you carry the heavens in your eyes

❝hello,❞ the tundrian parrots back to her; knee-jerk greeting. though melkor does, indeed, find her question odd he makes no attempt to point such out to her. a brief rise and fall of his brows is given but he offers an errant shrug of his shoulders; despite that he isn't immediately sure how to answer her. as far as he's aware this is neutral territory and he's not trespassing. i don't know. can you? lingers on the tip of his tongue but the fact that they are complete and utter strangers his attempt at a joke might not go over quite as well as he hopes and so he bites his tongue on that, too.

❝i'm just tracking.❞ he responds in a neutral tone that he hopes is as peaceable as he means it. herds. loners. whatever's scent trail lingers within the ridge. ❝the return of the herds spells a good omen for spring.❞ he offers her in small talk.