Hoshor Plains Some people feel rain, others just get wet.

The rain, and the wetness of his fur, had long since fallen out of his focus. He'd just grown used to it while he nodded along to the details he was so graciously given. "South as well, for a bit. I have.. a message to deliver, but after that, I may try to go more westward -- maybe towards the coast more. I honestly have not planned that far in advance, and I do keep feeling pulled back to this range for some reason," the pale loner gestures towards the Sunspire. But, he knew deep down that he could not loiter there for good. He'd have to do something sooner or later, although he would do all he could to ride it out as long as he could. Probably once he felt pressured by the presence of packs and pack wolves, or whenever the hunting forced him onward... he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.