Blacktail Deer Plateau miles, miles, miles

Troubled, Solveig's brow knit as she attempted to acertain exactly what he meant. Was he not, in fact, a wolf? A creature built for the Wilds? She raked him over with her hawkish gaze, but found nothing out of the ordinary that would merit a damning sentence of ostracization. It was clear he would not be forthcoming with anymore information without proper prompting. She lashed her tail to vent her confusion; she was a physical being, and did poorly dwelling on confounding social problems.

"The answer is to create a place for yourself." she remarked, stepping towards him with her head level with her spine and her muzzle tilted up towards him. Her tone was so matter-of-fact, it almost came across as condescending. But Solveig was not the mocking sort; she simply wanted to understand. "Your lungs draw air; your eyes still see. What is stopping you?"