MATEO
Mateo, of course, isn't worried about the silence - because to him there isn't really any, not with his boots cromching in the snow and the sound of drip, driping from branches and the trill of some cold-loving bird in the distance.
"Hm...? Well they say two's company and three's a crowd. I don't know about four or five, though. Is a crowd a herd?" He glances over his shoulder at Everest, aiming to give him a curious look and discuss the matter further, except now he can see the something that's been chasing the luxere.
The wolf pack might also be considered a herd, if the consensus is that three counts, because there are certainly three wolves prowling hungrily forward. Mateo gulps audibly, misses his next step, and falls on his face in the roots.
"Hm...? Well they say two's company and three's a crowd. I don't know about four or five, though. Is a crowd a herd?" He glances over his shoulder at Everest, aiming to give him a curious look and discuss the matter further, except now he can see the something that's been chasing the luxere.
The wolf pack might also be considered a herd, if the consensus is that three counts, because there are certainly three wolves prowling hungrily forward. Mateo gulps audibly, misses his next step, and falls on his face in the roots.
the earth has music for those who listen
