Bitterroot Valley Yeah, right. What're you gonna do, punch me?

Spook nodded, Mhm. I don't think I've been over here before.. Or uh, if I had, it looked way different then. The joys of the difference of the seasons. He paused and looked around at the flowers. Yeah. It was nice, but flowers still didn't mean much to him. Would Pheiros know what they were? Would they be useful for medicine? Maybe he should bring one back...

Yeah -- well, no, not right here obviously. But like. My family is south of here a ways? Not that far. Are you out here on your own? A tip of his head. He couldn't smell to tell where he was -- flowers probably didn't help with that -- and didn't want to go barging towards some stranger more than he already had. I'm Spook. He seemed to be doing a bit better at this than normal. Maybe he was learning? Maybe not.