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Goliath let a small smile escape his lips, yet it felt more melancholic than humorous. "Yes, is true." He continued walking at his slow pace. Their trekking had taken quite a while, and they almost made halfway through the end of (at-least his) lap around the borders. It was rather strange patrolling with his Alpha, but he enjoyed the fact that this leader would work just as hard at protecting the borders as her subordinates.

Either way, Alpha or not, he did enjoy some company on the patrols. While they were long and enjoyable on their own, with another everything felt less tense. Thinking back on it, they might have missed a predator or trespasser while they were chatting. Although that was highly unlikely, the gaps where they spoke were very short, something which he enjoyed, even though at some points he could forget she was even there. His leader seemed smart... well, both of them did. But, they both didn't really talk more then they could bite, and their was this determination in the pack... It was admirable.

He was slightly out of words to say, not that he had to. More of, there were somethings he wanted to know if he had to stay here any longer. “Where Queen from?" he asked, as politely as he could. He didn't want to seem disrespectful, he had only been in the pack for two weeks, which was rather short compared to the years he spent in his past pack.