It’s certainly the strangest situation I’ve ever been in.

[ Fraser looks around at the winter woods, the silent birches. The sun slants through the trees in the particular way it has this far North, never far from the horizon at this time of year. ]

But familiar, too.

[ Courteously, he gestures towards the path he’d been taking. ]

I need to see to my traps. Would you care to accompany me?