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

the conversation might have gone in a roundabout way—and surya was more than happy to engage in idle chit-chat under better weather circumstances—but luckily for the both of them, artyom appeared, half-blending in with the winter white. surya gave him a grin, albeit a shaky one, feeling his shoulders sag slightly with relief.

it is surya, he confirmed, nodding. artyom—i have come looking for a home. do you have room for me within your ranks?

he sure hoped so. even if artyom did not, perhaps he would stretch or ignore the truth, at least while the storm raged on. he wouldn't be so callous as to toss an acquaintance out into the cold with no place to stay. . .right? artyom didn't seem like that kind of wolf—surya fervently hoped he was not mistaken.