King Elk Forest -- even if you were upside-down, i would be beside you

They fall to a silence, but it a silence that the druid finds comfortable. In truth, he is happy just to be in her presence along, whether they exchange words or not. “Join me on a patrol?” He inquires softly with a slight gesture with his muzzle in the direction of the nearest section of border. Mato is tired from his travels ( and thus would not mind some rest ) but he knows his duties as Morwinyon even though they are not yet “official” by any measure of the word. Foundling leader or not, the druid assumes that these habits are good to get into now. Regardless of whether she accepts or declines his invitation the empyrean nevertheless loops back to the borders to walk a patrol, pausing here and there through-out to strengthen the borders in places where it is needed, losing himself easily in the menial but oh-so-important task.