WC:163 (+3) OOC:
the sound of an unhappy voice made him come out of his stupor, he’d been laying under a tree himself, as there was no lack of those, breathing in the cold frigid air, thinking about things that he wanted to do, and his plans for the upcoming winter that had already started. It seemed someone was having trouble, so Shaw stood up and followed the unhappy voice to a tree, a random one it seemed, and he looked up at her. it was exactly who he expected it to be and he called up to the young female.
Is something bothering you Valinta?
He was sure she was probably fine, but she seemed to be making such a fuss. He watched the female who had covered herself with a bearskin and sat on a branch of the tree. He wondered what she was doing up there in the first place, was she stuck? Or was there something a bit more deeper than that.
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