Blacktail Deer Plateau the shadows go like ghosts across your road

Mad with it. He had never thought things to be put down into such simple terms, but mad with it certainly spoke more volumes than he could have cared to reckon with. There were always reasons behind such things but he didn't push for them because he didn't believe that she would have stuck around long enough to get invested and care enough to know. Likewise, he felt that same pull here, even in spite of the alluring, curious behaviour of the bear-like wolf and her dark pelt.

"That's unfortunate for them then," he commented dryly, though he hadn't considered why it came out that way. "Guess that's just what happens to some places when things stay rough for too long. Tears them apart." And once that had left his mouth he knew what he was calling back towards. That strife with the Spine had been enough to tear him apart from it, just like the strife of wanting something more than a life of wandering had cost him companions time and time again. Homes, even. It was a reality check for someone who considered themselves grounded — a realization that he was perhaps not as grounded as he thought. If nothing else, he was a middle-aged lost boy in wonderland.

"Where will you go now?" he opted to ask of her, once more curious of where her steps would take her. She had come along here for one reason or another and he presumed she was searching for something. Or seeking something out. He was half inclined to believe it was company given her own suggestions, and was even half inclined to entertain the thought of giving her company.