Silent Moon Plateau moats and boats and waterfalls

The loner did not talk too much, which Greer appreciated. Perhaps the food had something to do with it, as meat replaced the space between his teeth when words weren’t falling off his tongue. Either way, he did not mind. Nor did he attempt to add more than what he deemed necessary to the conversation. Greer was not the ideal dinner-guest but he was trying to make the best of the situation he had been thrust into. For Kyna, he repeated to himself as he swallowed his mouthful, his mercury gaze focusing on the dark agouti. “Nice,” he repeated, a lopsided grin falling onto his dark features. “Cold though,” he mused with a soft shrug. Of course it was cold. But he didn’t mind. The Archer-Lyall had gotten used to cooler temperatures living in the tundra.

Greer returned the smile as the yearling spoke, his forehead smoothing. “Nice meet Mathuin,” he countered, speaking truthfully, for he did not mind the boy’s presence. His muzzle canted to the side, mercury gaze softening as he watched the agouti take another bite. “Where adventure next?” He asked in hopes of offering some guidance to the younger male. Despite being tied down now, the shadow had done his fair share of adventuring prior to settling in the mountains. Perhaps Mathiun would be interested in calling the mountains home, too…