Whitefish River up the river

Watching him eat with a smile dancing on her muzzle, Dawn thought he was rather; well, good looking, she supposed. The way he described the sea sans storm sounded wonderful, and Dawn decided quickly she must head there, one day. Soon, too, hopefully. Blue shallows sounded interesting, she didn't believe she had seen blue water before. At his question, she offered a shake of her head, affirming what he already knew. Pema replied as well, and her gaze flickered to her in a brief, quizzical moment, before settling back on Aditya. His next question was not entirely unexpected; if she were the injured loner, she would like a refuge, too. She tilted her head, though she did not have to consider for long. "I don't see why not; my Da ought to accept you, if you decided that you liked it. Providing, of course, your skill-set includes more than falling off cliffs." She said, mirth in her gaze and words light. Quite obviously he ought to have some other skills to provide to the pack; a skill-less wolf was a dead wolf. She glanced at Pema, adding then, "It's not too much further. Do you need to rest some more?"