Verdant Basin he speaks of the sickening longing, the unwell emotion.

that why yew livin' there? a deal? her brow quirked, though she did not probe him long with her questions — it didn't really matter to mags, not if he was free to roam.

she made the effort to keep up with him, and scouted the tree line with a few glances, or snuffled at the dirt, or pawed some standing water; little things to keep her mind busy, and to fill some void while she waited for his answers.

maybe they'd get lucky.