Morningside Cuesta I seek those who sought

Sven froze surprised as Milan interjected and looked him over. He shook his head no. No I'm not sick. Healthy as possible.

That wasn't entirely true. He was lean and rangy from hunting and being alone for so long. But his health despite that was good. He was still stocky, despite his lack of sustenance proper. 

He tilted his head and looked down. I don't know. I've never been around any. And he hadn't. He had been young himself when his father had left him to return to the gods. And his family had scattered.