Silvertip Mountain but what's inside you?

to ridgeback, his past, his siblings — all of it — is a yawn fest. though not forgotten, it doesn't feel like it belongs in this second series; ruminations of a time passed. it doesn't occur to him that others might not feel the same way. they don't really matter, at least, not in the sense of 'here and now'. they aren't here. he clarifies with a shrug and a twitch of his lips; ridgeback's tone suggests that he grows bored with their current topic of conversation. an bat skims his ear on it's plight for another, less talkative area to sleep and, for a second, ridgeback considers snapping at it before letting it go and trudging onwards in the footsteps of his companion.