Lost Creek Hollow crows remember human faces

his response comes as a humm and a nod of his head. luck seems to run in these wilds in strange ways -- you always run into wolves you don't expect to, he says with a small smile, as if he had some sort of anecdote to pair with it. but terance made no comment of one, instead swiftly moving on. 

you came at a bad time, i'm afraid. the wilds are usually a much more pleasant place to live, he added, glancing towards the smoke that the mountain had been fuming out, we think we're at the end of it, though. what made him say that? hope, probably. for all terance knew, this thing could last for years.