Big Salmon Lake Moon rocks

The females reaction threw Rye off-guard, his eyes squinted and scrutinized the alarmed girl. Her small series of questions made him feel elderly, which in fact he felt elderly. He sighed, a small rise of steam emitting from his nostrils. Shaking his head Rye spoke up blearily, "No, I'm fine. I don't need help, I'm simply exhausted from weeks of travel." Rye spit the remaining mash away from the girl, nosing snow over it to cover the gooey, unsightly mess. "You've got a lot of hospitality for a stranger, offering help to some deranged cretin like myself. I take it you're from the Caldera? They are always a welcoming bunch. If you're not hear to run me off, then please I ask you let no one know I am here." For both his sanity and safety. He's had enough visitors, she being the only one was still far too many.