Honeyed Pasture Can I ever know your mind?

Alone again, he wanders, going wherever his feet take him. His latest abandoned project lays in ruins behind him, and he feels no guilt for the fact; that has always been his way. He only ever looks ahead — and what's ahead of him right now is quite an appealing sight. A pale girl, finely made and draped in snow, wounded yet determined in her stride. Not too surprising, he thinks, given the scent of bear lurking in the area. Perhaps she's tracking it... a revenge mission, maybe. The thought is intriguing. He chuffs as he continues forward, calling to her, Bit dangerous to be all alone out here with bears about, isn't it?