Wild Berry Meadow each like a corpse within its grave, until

oh my god this took so long im so sorry life hates me

The pale boy and his bird catch Zephyr's attention quickly, just moments before he calls to him. He fixates immediately on the strangeness of his eyes, even from a distance — but the greeting that follows effortlessly takes the spotlight. The wraith would never admit it, but some part of him rather enjoys the term frost-bound friend. Already endeared to the stranger, he steps closer, head tilting a little as he answers. Well, I'm not alone anymore, am I? He asks rhetorically, a slight half-smile tugging at his lips. I was hunting, though. What about you? He can't help being intrigued by the beautiful stranger and his odd, enchanting accent and his equally odd but even more enchanting eyes.