Blacktail Deer Plateau the longing of the dead

he shook his head ruefully. i do not recall. the memory of yesteryear has faded in my mind. i was with another pack and we faded into the mountains for the winter. it cannot be worse than the winters of my youth, however, far from here. while dante was tactful, lasher was curious. are you accustomed to the cold, dante? he wondered at the precipitation with which the other was familiar; he himself recalled the deep snows in the glen.