Little Goat Mountain the red string of fate tugs at my heart

She gets up as well, following his own body language. She’s decided to continue onward with now break and he’s gives her a nod and a casual smile in reply. Turning his body he raises his brows when she mentions traveling for months nonstop. She must be strong then. Passes through his mind. He makes a mental note to test her in a spar when they’re both not dead tired. 

They continue now. Surely they’ll speak more on their way to the canyon but he doesn’t plan on stopping there anytime soon. It’ll be dark by the time they get there and he’ll show her the dens, rest for the night, and show her around in the morning. Perhaps give a howl and introduce her to the pack. 

For now, they walk.