Qeya River what's the word, captain?

Laughter.

His ears slicked back as he pulled himself free of the den. Red eyes snapped to the familiar form of Lilia. Any sense of danger felt washed away for the moment.

He beckoned her closer.

Something used to be here. He informed her softly. Some things have been left behind. Not much, but all is good in the cold. Advice as much as a warning of the cold too. It seemed here to stay finally.

We should find the things that are useful and take them home, hm?

Was she up for the task?