Chimera Fields I'm headed downtown

Floki was lacking in the humor department; there hadn't been much to laugh about in his earliest days of development. Now, he was something of a quiet, serious wolf, though he regarded the stranger with bemusement. He found he liked the guy's casual way of speaking. He asked questions without applying much pressure, as though he didn't really anticipate a legitimate response.

"Not exactly. My pack is probably moving down here," the boy replied, gesturing with his snout towards the mountain range to the southwest. He then glanced back at the pale-coated male, squinting his eyes thoughtfully. "The free life? You don't belong to a pack?" he asked. His view of the world was limited, and the thought of someone roaming without a place to rest his head each night was somewhat baffling.