Snowforest Taiga a wandering soul Traveling a well worn road

It took time until a young man crawled out from the bushes, he looked hungry, alone. He wondered why on earth such a young boy would be on his own, as most dispersals left at a year, or even two. John spoke gently as  the boy crawled close, showing submission, fear, but hunger as he glanced between John and the food.

“Here.” He said as he nudged a piece towards the boy, “It’s all yours.” He studied him, took in his scent, “What is your name? Are you far from home?”