He hummed softly as he made his way through the thick trees of the area, glancing up to see them barren of any leaves. It was a shame to arrive to such a land in such harsh of a season. Perhaps if they had arrived in spring, or perhaps summer even, things might have been different. Perhaps the surroundings would have been incapsulating, stunning and a sight to beholden, but instead everything was just dead. He glanced over his shoulder to his constant travel companion, the shy Stark boy not realizing how familiar these lands would be to his parents or to Leith. He was blissfully unaware of the fact that these lands were just a day’s travel south of the place where Leith was born.
“Oi, ya keepin’ up okay, Lee?” He asked curiously, his voice naturally softer than that of his obnoxiously nosy older brother. “Ya reckon there’ll be some grub ta find near ‘ere?” He asked, the thick accent that most of his siblings had adopted from his mother hanging heavy over the silence of the forest despite his timid demeanor. The sun was hanging high in the sky, so there was plenty of time to hunt for food before they might find a cave or old dug out to rest in for the night. Landen preferred not to travel by night, especially when clouds hung thick in the sky. It made him nervous of getting lost, though he supposed there was no real way of getting lost when you didn't have a destination in mind.