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He sympathizes; life as a loner is difficult. Not long ago, Evergreen and his sister, Thistle, were in the very same shoes this woman is in now. His ears fold, eyebrows furrowing in concern at the mention of how exhausted she is. It's then that he thinks of how thankful he is that Thistle was there during such harsh times. Without her, Evergreen is positive that the challenge would have been that much worse.

It's okay, he says, trying to soothe her however he can. His voice soft. My sister and I left our family pack and traveled here recently, too. It's... called, uh... Heck now that she mentions it, he doesn't have a clue what the name is. OK, I don't actually know the names of the territories yet either. Evergreen chuckles shyly. At this rate, he is just happy he finally convinced her to eat. She needed it more than he did. His stomach might grumble in protest, but he has enough fat on him to last two winters, let alone one.

Oh! Yeah it is, he pauses, wearing a broad grin. It's called Easthollow, kind of similar to a family pack? The leaders are named Valette and Greyback, and they encourage everyone to do their part but they seem kind. For now, Evergreen is happy at least. Thistle seems content, too. If you'd like, I could take you there? So you could see it for yourself... Oh! I never introduced myself. I'm, uh, Evergreen.