Warren smiled as a few of his earliest memories with his own father came back to him. His father had started teaching him when he was very young. He was taught how to hunt, how to fish, how to track, how to survive. His father had known the day might come when he would be left alone. he had tried to prepare him the best they could. His smile turned to a sad frown and his eye fought back tears. They had surprised his parents. The rouges that found them. He remembered how his father fought, how he killed several of them alongside his mother. But they were too many. His father had forced him to run to flee as they fought. He never saw them again. Never even went back to see the bodies. He looked to the opening in the wall to hide his sadness. The world could be cruel. That much was certain. He had learned alot in his long years alone. Had met many people, all around the world. But he had always been drawn towards the northern US. He had always resisted. It was the one place he didnt want to see again. It was a grave of sorts in his mind. The place where his parents more than likely rested in the deep eternal sleep.<br/><br/>~Parents have a way of teaching us, even if it doesnt seem like they are.~ He said through the link, not trusting his voice. ~I think we should try to get to the cabin. We arent far from it. Maybe half a day in this weather, or a little longer. But we can get there.~