Wapun Meadow Sweet Melody

Another pack, he nodded thoughtfully. Swiftcurrent and Kvarsheim--told to him by Lestan--and now, Bearclaw Valley. That was three packs already, all in one area, no less. Who knew how many others there might be? No need to apologise, Milana. I've only just sat down, he spoke with a laugh, hoping to comfort the lady. I'm Frederick. It's a pleasure to meet you. And his tone, genuine.

Flicking his tail rather nonchalantly, the goliath hummed, paws gently fussing with the soil and grass beneath them. Are you pondering something--may I ask?--sitting by the stream like this, and all. Or are you just here to rest? With the upcoming winter, he supposed it would be worth it to savour the beauty of the lands before it was all blanketed with snow. Perhaps then this place would start to feel like home. Hm.