Dragoncrest Cliffs soldier, take your time

His eyes followed Étoille's gesture around the cavern with an overly exaggerated swing of his muzzle around, and then he bobbed his head. "S'all good!" he reported, even though he wouldn't have had the slightest idea if it wasn't. He didn't mention that he had been daydreaming rather than properly keeping an eye on what was going on. No one expected him to, but he was watchful anyway, partly so he always knew what was going on and partly because he was a little too shy to engage some days. And who would ever admit to slacking on the job? Not Ephraim.

"Really, can we go?" he asked, whipping his gaze back around to Étoille's dark face. So far he had spent all of his time in Hougeda or just outside the entrance where the ferns and bushes grew thick. He hadn't been into the sequoias or seen the lake at the territory's center or stood atop the cliffs and looked down at the bear-haunted strand below. Ephraim thought the whole territory was the cave. "Ou'side?" he wondered.