Qeya River dignity broke the fall.

mind if we wrap this up? I'm shipping Frost out of the game <3

He hadn't been running for more than a day, that much Frost was certain of. A couple of hours at most, perhaps. As she gave instructions, the boy pushed himself up onto his haunches, peering into the Wilds with focused eyes. Now that he had some direction, he had something to dwell on rather than how alone and lost and scared he was. It helped. A lot.

"Okay," he said quietly, determination making its way into his voice. He glanced up at the bear again and offered a small, sheepish smile. "Thank you," he added, "I'm Frost."