Ocean's Breath Plateau until his feet bleed and

wintersbane's grin turns lopsided as he catches the teasing glare she sends his way. "indeed," he concurs in a quiet murmur. "i like being right as much as the next wolf but the world would be a boring place if everyone was like minded." the mesh of different personalities was interesting for wintersbane. sometimes they meshed well, and other times personalities didn't. he'd say that despite their opposing and vocal differences her personality and his meshed fairly well.

you seem so serious, she tells him. and for a moment he takes time to ponder those words. she offers him a playful smile but he observes them from a ( ha ) serious perspective. he'd never been one to play, even before the whole kidnapping incident had happened. he'd set his eyes on being a warrior with an unparalleled ferocity and all he'd wanted to do was earn it. and, of course, when he'd been taken away from the territory neighboring his birthplace wintersbane's childish naivety, the want to be a child had been ripped out from beneath him. he'd had to mature if he wanted to survive the turmoil that his writer the world had thrown him into. that'd always been his key. survive. survive at all and at every cost ...and more recently added continuing his fallen mother's legacy to the list.

"hm," the tundrian hums thoughtfully. "you're not wrong." he says with a casual, lofty rise and fall of his broad shoulders and a small, ghost of a playful smile.