Ocean's Breath Plateau until his feet bleed and

her tone is friendly as she speaks that it's nice to meet him and though he feels the press of social obligation to return the sentiment ( truly he doesn't mean to come off as an unsociable asshole ) the tundrian lets out a low grunt that is meant to communicate 'likewise'. she seems incredibly friendly to him and he has yet to chase her off ...though friends isn't something winterbane's ever been able to accumulate nor hold for very long, it's largely of his own doing. 'roots' are not something he seeks to plant. at least, not yet. he's young and he's wild and though he nears his second year and full maturity he remains a palkkasoturi. one failed attempt at settling down in an environment that hadn't been right for him makes him weary of settling down at all.

her question is a fair one, the tundrian admits to himself. "i wanted to see the view from the top of the plateau." wintersbane replies with a lofty roll of his broad shoulders. he doesn't have to explain himself but in lieu of understanding how his words do not match up with the evidence — windswept fur held in place by the sticky sea brine that clings to his fur, no doubt also giving him the scent of a seawolf. he can feel the seawater and sand cling to him despite that he hadn't actually made it down to the beach itself. "i'm scouting." wintersbane offers simply in explanation.