Alpine Lake so delicate by one's eye

Penn? No, that hadn't been his name. Uncertainty creased his face uselessly; she couldn't have seen it and just as she had let go of disappointment, he let go of the notion that perhaps mister master scout wasn't with her pack any more. Apparently someone else had filled the role, rendering any other description he could have offered equally useless.

"I came from Moonspear, a pack in the mountains not far from here," and on that note, how difficult would it have been to explain mountains to a blind girl? Perish the thought, he hoped that wouldn't be the next question out of her mouth, and diverted the tale. "Is Ceara still in your pack? I can't say I know of your Penn, but I haven't been out this way in quite some time." Too long, really. To think, the last time he had set foot here, his children hadn't quite been born... perhaps conceived. Whichever—too long.