Big Salmon Lake kuak ⛣

Two moons? That's all? That's barely anything, he frowned, worsened by realizing that made winter so much longer. Were he transplanted, he knew he'd despair in such a short glimpse of summertime--in hardly two moons, that left so little time--to hunt, to grow, and to prepare. Though, truth of it was that he was probably spoiled by a mostly temperate climate here, most years. He had grown up able to enjoy a long, verdant summertime and liked it that way.

As for his mother, his ears turned back a notch but overall, she did not warn him away with her words. First, he just sighed softly and still watched the water for fish, or otherwise. Mm, it's easier than it used to be. I still don't want it to be.. too much, he detailed, though it was nice she didn't find it strange of him. Learning to live on past the memory, but still know to cherish it for what it had taught, was where he had tried to be since.

Seemed like for now, he had likely scared off any fish big enough to warrant anything.