Swiftcurrent Creek Andaran atish’an

The young man was going to be a trip. Arric could already tell. Hopefully it was a good one and not a bad one. Because he had about enough of the bad trips. He didn't eat weird fungus for a reason. And life still saw fit to kick him in the ass at times.

Yes. Seriously.

Arric raised a wolfish brow. Trust me if I was messing with you. You'd know it. I don't mess about a home. That's shitty.

Arric sighed softly. I'll take you around to the borders one of these days at least of our neighbors. So you know where they are. or my wife can as long as you keep her safe. We'll figure out a way.

Arric lifted his head and began to point out landmarks and spots to rest his head. Caches where he could grab a meal. You'll have to pull your weight. We have a lot of mouths to feed. ANd winter is hard.