Duskfire Glacier Sometimes a flower is just a flower.

Veteran looked pointedly at Wayfarer when she dodged his question. She never said anything about the places she went, and he always told her about all of his adventures! It wasn't fair. 

He didn't want to bicker with her right now though, so he let the subject drop. 

"Oh, yeah!" he agreed quickly with her description of the "great stag." Except.. "Well, it was a caribou cow..." he admitted. Not a stag. Not even a large male. A moment's pause, and another admission emerged. "..And it wasn't very big. The Zombie Deer Disease had already got it really bad..." The pitiful thing had been practically skin and bones. 

They reached the cache, and he began to dig it open. The soil was cold but loose, as the hunters had been adding continuously to the cache in the past weeks. "Didja see much of it, where you went?" He clarified, "The Zombie Disease thing, I mean?" His gaze would sneak up to Wayfarer's face before darting back down to the task at hand. He was prying again, and they both knew it.