Duskfire Glacier you black out when you talk too much

Goldeneye sucked in a breath at the sudden closeness. From here he could see a split in his lip; as his gaze raked across the body of the boy, more scars revealed themselves. Long-healed, it seemed, but ones that would have been painful nonetheless. Intrusively, he wondered who had patched him up, or if they had simply been left to run their course.

He nodded in response to his question, green eyes pulling him in with intrigue. "Yes, I hunt. And I heal." Tentatively, he closed the remaining distance to trace the boy's forehead, pulling away only once he felt smooth scar tissue beneath his nose.

The scent of others was strong upon his fur, though he could not discern how many. "What place? Who lives there?" he quizzed, if only for his own peace of mind.