Shadewood i wear my soul on my sleeve at night

She weaves him a tale, which for now the man would take at face value.  Impassively, he watched her struggle to maintain neutrality in her face.  She tells him their pack's location is hidden away somewhere, and he wonders how much his snowblindness had obscured.  Was he closer than he realized to pack-claimed lands?  She directs a question towards him that pulls him from this brooding, and he replies at first with a roll of his shoulders.  If it were not these lands, it would be any other.  There was nothing special about this wilderness to him, it was simply where he had ended up.  I am Jecht.

He releases a long-held breath and asks, Since it does not look like your company will be arriving, will you be heading home?