sometimes quiet is violent

Avella's description matched what very little he had been told about the season before he'd left the Dell, but still it was not quite what he'd expected.

"W-" Clouse blinked up at her, brows slowly knitting together, "well that sounds shitty."

"Why do they leave? Should we leave?" the questions were snowballing fast inside his head, but he knew she could only answer them one at a time. Should they be stocking up on food now then? It didn't last that long though even when stored, did it? His ears lowered as another thought hit him.

"Are we still gonna be able to travel?"

Clouse didn't want to stop moving.