Felltree Marsh all i wanted was a pepsi

His eyes flicked to where the boy pointed, but he could see very little through the dense tangle of squat softwoods. He made a mental note to explore the region later, but now his mind turned to the question at hand:

What was Redtail Rise like?

Still a greenhorn, Gavrel didn't think he could come up with any sequence of words that would do them justice. Often when around packmates, he was overcome with the juvenile urge to impress them, in some way or another -- even though he knew that it made no sense. That vacuous bravado was worthless currency in the Rise.

At length, he responded. Refreshing, before elaborating with a perfunctory grunt. No one talks.

This was an exaggeration, but their reticence still was the most notable thing about them.

It's like, 'oh, your ear is tilted ever so slightly to the left, so you must be dissatisfied with this deal', or something like that. I fuckin' love it.

He said this with the complete absence of any irony or sarcasm.