Porcupine Ridge waited too long for a ship to come.

The guy didn't seem to know what he was talking about. Summer saw the tilt of his head, but kept on with his explanation anyway. Once he'd stopped, the man gave voice to his confusion, irritating the boy even more although he knew it was not the round wolf's fault that he didn't know the area.

"It's very close," he explained, biting back his exasperation, "To the South, down the mountain." He paused, hoping beyond hope that perhaps they'd reached the end of their conversation. He wasn't typically so anti-social, but he was so very tired and he couldn't help but worry that this stranger was on the verge of guilting him into escorting him to Northstar Vale, or hunting for him. Perhaps both. It was an inherently wrong judgement to make, but the Ostrega couldn't help but make it.