Swiftcurrent Creek Sound the bugle now, play it just for me

A very carewarn young woman met him. And he was momentarily unsure should he have bothered.

 Was she affected by the sadness and the anger that hung on his packlands. Was she the cause? Well he supposed it didn't matter he was trying to stay uninvolved.  He hoped though she would find peace. 

Warm yellow eyes softened and head motioned at the goat. I am. I brought food for your caches. I'm Sandulf, though most call me Sandy.