Whitebark Stream you know what they do to guys like us in prison?

"Surya?" Artyom called out to boy beyond the trees as he squinted in attempt to shield his gaze from whirling snow. He moved in alongside his pack-mate, stifled close enough to Chai to bump his shoulder fondly to a tawny flank, though his attention remained on their visitor. "It is Surya, isn't it?"

He recalled him from the lands to the East, where he'd been observed failing to fell his intended prey. Artyom hadn't caught what the yearling had said to the blue-eyed huntress, though he did wonder what it was that brought him to their forest in such poor weather.