Northstar Vale ich bin nur in einer furcht

❝fine,❞ the tundrian rasps. he almost says 'don't go anywhere' but a sweep of glacial gaze once more assures him that his ragged companion isn't going anywhere and he dispels the words before they can pass unnecessarily thru his lips. ❝i'll be back soon.❞ wintersbane settles for, instead.

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about half an hour passes and wintersbane returns to where he left the stranger with a plump groundhog corpse clutched betwixt his jaws. assuming the stranger hadn't moved, he approaches the worse-for-wear man and sits the groundhog down, nosing it towards the other. ❝it's not much but it's something.❞ the tundrian offers, taking a few steps back to allow the other man to eat without his brooding looming.