Posted by Caleb on October 25, 2009, 3:16 am, in reply to "0o-Gray Sheep-o0"
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The den where Caleb and his son had been sleeping was atleast a mile or so back up the river. So there was plenty of time for Caleb to answer her questions.
He wondered briefly on her sudden change of demeanor, from shy and timid to open and curious. But it was a welcome change, and he assumed she felt more comfortable. And for that she was glad. And if she wanted to play 50 questions he had a few of his own.though he privately worried the time might not yet be appropriate.
"My son? His name is Windigo. And he's a right scamp. 'Bout a year old now, claims I smother him to much. I can barely stand to let him outta my sight.. His mother died when he was very young, ya see, and I guess I've never let it go..." he finished softly, his voice trailing off and his golden eyes suddenly misting with grief. But it passed quickly, quickly as it had come. From sight anywhere. Grief loomed heavily over his heart, fueled by guilt.
"The den is up here, round the river bend a ways. It's a bit shabby, but we haven't been there long. We're inbetween hovels at the moment, as Windigo would say." He chuckled. "We haven't found a permanent place yet. We haven't been here too long ya see? Journeyed up here just a few weeks past with a couple of friends."
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