Larksong Grotto Go ahead, make my day

The voice continued to speak, leading Veteran to its owner until the salt-and-pepper coated man came into view. 

He'd said something about a girl. A hungry girl who was pestering him, begging for food.

...Wayfarer?

Surely not..? Surely if his sister was hungry, she would go home before she would beg from strangers. He knew his sister and his mother had a strained relationship, but he was almost positive that Wayfarer wouldn't purposefully choose to starve and beg. 

"You're right," he said, in a much larger voice than their distance truly demanded. In case Wayfarer was listening, he wanted to make sure she heard. "Hungry girls should go home, and ask for food from their family."

He closed a bit more distance, and then he answered the man's question in a normal tone of voice. 

"My name is Veteran Duskfire, and I live at Duskfire Glacier," he said. His eyes flicked in the direction of the glacier, which loomed over all the taiga. "..Sir," he added, recalling that lone wolves were to be treated with the respect that an adult deserves from a child, when they were encountered away from the Duskfire border.