Dawnlark Plains you can call upon this family, you can call upon this day

imrathil felt a little assured by the distance she politely kept between them -- the smile she gave was enough to slightly disarm his defenses; it did not occur to him that a long time ago, he had been here before -- when he was a puppy, of all things. even if he hadn't smacked his head horribly against a rock, that kind of formative memory would have been hard to recall -- and so, he was hard pressed to roll his shoulders in a gesture of defeat and shake his head in apology.

"i don't know who they were, or where they went, sorry.." he answered, his brow furrowed in a slightly apologetic look. "but it looks like they might have been forced to leave." he glanced over the charred remnants of the plains, the blackened limbs of trees still visible despite the blanket of snow that coated them.