Swiftcurrent Creek lost in space

Contemplative, the stoical shadowrunner cast his eye to the mountain as they spoke of the stranger losing his way. He gave a slow nod, his gaze drifting back to the silver rogue as he considered whether they would have issue with their claim along the mountainside. It was something they would need to investigate further.
 
His tail gave an idle flick, his shoulders rolling back in a casual shrug. “Very well,” he rumbled, deciding the other appeared to be non-threatening and more than willing to comply with his mistake. “If you’re looking to get around the creek, I recommend going northward, away from the mountain’s edge,” he suggested, only because the forests surrounded them in that direction – and thus, he would more likely come upon prey and water far more easily.