Wapun Meadow you can only blame your problems on the world for so long

Valdemar joins in the laughter, allowing a deep rumble to fill his broad chest as he eases into a sit. Content for now to rest alongside decent company.
Aye, he hums, Any could see that. Can’t say I blame ya either, I would too. Mine’s bad enough, and then I usually end up smelling like tree sap for days tryin’ to scratch the shit off. Grateful he is for the extra warmth during the winter months, but Gods does he hate the transition just as much.
Name’s Valdemar, he introduces after a beat, what brings ya here, …? He leans with an arch of a brow to beckon for his name.