Redtail Rise i’d like to think that mountains aren’t real

ancelin nodded and eagerly bit into the food, offering no words until his belly was satisfied. with a little burp and a grin toward his dad's serious face, the boy sat back in the snow. "so," as fitting a start to a sentence as anything else, he decided, "do you want to like, explore? sleep? wrestle?"
he hoped to get his dad up and moving in something that wasn't a hunt or a search. aventus cared about him and yet there were so many questions ancelin had amassed, some he wasn't even sure he could ask a soul.