Box's explanation was drowned out by the sight of the cave as the smell of salmon met his nose. Thoughts of a warm fire and a nice sleep beat out his worries of future conflict. They'd been walking for hours end his leg was screaming for a rest. He spotted the numbleaf plant and picked a few leaves on the way in, chewing up another salve for his wound.
He limped in and slowly took a seat beside the fire, slapping the fresh salve on the leg. He eagerly accepted the salmon fillet and scarfed it down in minutes. Snow took the opportunity to finally relax, pulling his pipe from his pack and packing a green herb into it. He held a stick to the fire and lit up, all his muscles relaxing at once as he exhaled. "Good time to chill out...where does everyone come from? What brings you to this forest I call home?"