Otter Creek I’m a wandering soul, Traveling a well worn road

A sad look in his gaze. T'ank you

He didn't tell her he saw his uncle torn apart and broken. Or that his other granme had died right before. Or that he felt a failure as a healer because he couldn't save any of them. That he didn't want to be around family because he didn't want to make them sad, because he wore his granmes face in the shape of his mask and color.

Her next question he could answer. Yes dere be voles an' gop'ers near rocky places, sqirrels an' rabbits near de trees and fields. Weasels an' suc' too.