Mudminnow River a fallen star

she was quick to shake away her tears, and frederick tilted his head, curious. nonetheless, the quick dismissal was not something he would comment on, instead he chuckled at her shock. there are many within these lands ; i don't think you'd find yourself alone anywhere. the three nearby packs, swiftcurrent, bearclaw and kvarsheim, proved that.

that's alright, he stood, then, testing the air with his nose. scents flowed, ebbed on the winds, though the cold bit at his skin. a cold that he was used to ; borne from it, having lived in it. he would walk upstream, then, a wide sway of his tail inviting her to walk with him. winter is a difficult hunting season, though it is not impossible. smiling.

while they would search for scents, he would make light conversation: what's your name? the goliath would hum, drinking in the smells of the land while he held the stranger in his peripheral vision. you must be new to these lands, right?