Redtail Rise mountains that are stacked with fear

A singer. Ratio did not know any of those, not personally. 

He did not know the extent to which Ashlar was avoidant of violence. If he had, he might have thought the boy naive. They shared compassion, though Ratio was not open about it. An aversion to aggression he could never understand. As it was, Ashlar did not say so. Perhaps one day he would be surprised by the chocolate male - indeed, it was almost a given. 

What is wrong with here? He thought quietly. His mind wandered to the pushy male beside Avicus - and Avicus herself - and thought he might have an idea of the answer. 

"I come from far away. Nowhere worth really mentioning." he shrugged. "I left my pack without notice and never came back. I found...uh..." he drifted off, his mind settling briefly on a ruddy coat and skittering away as if burned by the image. "I traveled for a while. Met with some trouble. The coastal forest is where I started and the mountains are where I found home. Now I'm here."

Surely Ashlar couldn't be all that interested in him? His story was boring, except - perhaps - for the parts he didn't tell. 

"Not exciting. How about you? Do you come from here?"