Silvertip Mountain peaceable

Aesop wasn't prone to sharing his musings. He pondered, yes, because there was much to think on and he had a tendency to travel great distances. Wandering lent itself to solitude, which lent itself to a good deal of thinking. Aesop liked to think that he had gotten pretty wise over the years, pretty philosophical.

That didn't mean he was comfortable doing so out loud.

"Right. Yeah, guess it had," he replied stiffly, still trying to recover from the embarrassment of his rambling. Thankfully, the conversation changed directions rather quickly, and she pointed in the general direction of wherever she made her home. Aesop hadn't been that far into the Valley, so the action had little meaning to him, but it answered his question all the same.

"I'm from the Bay. Back that way, on the coast," he said, jerking his own snout in the general direction. "Was askin' because I've been watchin' the weather, n'it's been pretty damn warm. Not like any winter I've seen this far north, at least.