Moonstone Quarry Boy's working on empty

Recovering? That was vague. It was all he would get, so Raimo accepted it. The look of brief concern upon the girl's face told him more; yes, it was someone they cared about. A sister perhaps - or a mother. Someone important to them.

His eyes tipped towards the husk at the girl's feet, pinned to the snow. A withered old thing. Are you in search of a home? The girl asks — he flicks an ear and loses interest in the otter.

I search for many things, he could be vague too. It didn't serve him to remain so, thus he continued after a pause: I am a seeker of stories, mostly. Right this moment I could do with a hot meal, though. With that said, he turns from her and strides on, feeling his weight sink in to snow. He does not go quickly or very far in case she has more to say.