Silver Creek from keyboard man in a rocking ska band

it seemed that it had been hunger that had driven the stranger across the creek. harrison understood that winter made things difficult for loners. he wasn't sure he would have been as fit as he was without the help of the other men in the rosings group. he knew that he did a large portion of the hunting, but the help of the others was still noticed. they had done well to keep their group fed and tended to. he had been impressed with their ability to work together.

realizing that it was probably poor form to offer their food to some homeless fool, harrison furrowed his brow in thought and turned his sights toward the cache that he knew was closest to where they stood. the charmer knew that he'd caught most of what was in there to begin with, and that if he opted to share it... well, it was his call. “sure. come on this way – let's get away from the water and try to find somewhere warmer,” he offered with a swinging of his head.