Lost Creek Hollow remembered the way

Apparently his answer wasn't satisfactory to the girl. She pushed and pried for more. His voice cracked as he flustered. I don't know his name!

He shifted his weight between his paws, looking away from the girl. You look a lot like him. Black fur and yellow eyes. His voice trailed away. He had the answer to her remaining questions, but it sat in his mouth with a sour note that lingered like bile.

I'm from Kvarsheim. A little while ago my father was suddenly very ill. My older brother and I came here for help. The man came out of the woods and went with us to go help him.

His gaze did not return to the girl, instead he stared off into the trees. His body tensed as he skirted around the subject of his father. The wound was still tender.

I brought the hare as a gift for the man.