Blackbeak Bluff community

he had met a girl here once.

one who had planted a seed, whether she realized it or not, that had blossomed into sweetharbor. a place that now flourished under the guiding hands of bartholomew and heda. yet he drifted inland with thoughts of the cold settling over them.

he could not help but consider what things would look like come winter. thoughts of spring politely set outside of his mind for now, lest he decide to torture himself with it.

for now, he only need to focus on making sure they survived upon the island through the coldest months.

which included finding bodies and food.