Moonsong Glacier do you know just how much you're worth?

The sunset-stricken stranger turned to Silver Shadow for a moment, before back at Cloud Ember. How he longed to give his thanks to her. Maybe moonpack would grant him more words, better words. 

Maybe Silver Shadow could give him words, like Soot Teller had promised; though the wanderer's path had led him far from the Sand Land that Soot Teller walked.

He tilted his head at the man. hhud? he breathed a questioning tone. Food? He did say he'd give him food.