Otatso Wetlands Frog hunting.

Though he seemed uplifted by her words, Boone had so few experiences with happiness in his life that he was having a hard time conforming to Scarlett's optimistic viewpoint. She had been mistreated too, and had come into Teekon a much more depreciated character than she was now. But he could only take her word for it—and as pleasant as Boone could be, he wasn't a typically trusting fellow. That being said, the red-eyed female had been nothing but kind to him since the moment their eyes had met, and he had no reason to treat her words as if they were cruel lies.

The dog just smiled and shrugged.

"We'll see how I get along 'round here then. I'm not worried, really. I can take plenty good care of myself." But he had also heard her offer of a home in Bearclaw Valley, and he wasn't keen on denying such a generous offer. "I'd like to visit you in your home some day, if I'm welcome. Maybe see if I might like t'call it my home. You've been really kind to me, Miss Scarlett. It'd be a pleasure servin' you."