Silver Moraine hole in the earth

He did speak. His words might have been an accusation, if not for the tone. Cambria’s eyes flitted to the rise in the distance, one brow arching ever so slightly. This fellow’s definition of “close” must differ from his own, though there was no cause for argument, nor room for it. The stranger quickly chased his observation with a question.

He need not answer, though Cambria found no reason to refuse and said, Besides the pair of white wolves I came across nearer to the rise a few days back, I haven’t seen anyone. He likely knew them, though instead of asking, he pressed, Why do you ask?