Broken Antler Fen Go ahead, make my day

Apparently he was terrible with kids. There was a part of him that knew this already, but since his own were on the way, he figured he might as well try. This one was a sharp pup, somewhat moody, and seemed as though she needed to warm up a bit in order to lighten up a bit. Stranger danger and all. Considering his own flippant outlook towards strangers, it was easy to forget not everyone took so kindly to a new face.

Oh. And this one had a very serious determined side. Naturalist and a Warrior. He'd best watch out for this one. Grinning, he parted his lips to comment when she added that tidbit about working towards becoming an outrider. But not yet. Soon. "Well why not right now?" he asked. "I do a little outriding. What do you want to know?" Better answering those questions than letting her little warrior side show. He wasn't particularly in the mood for ankle biting.

At the very least, she assured him she was okay and switched her focus to something else. He switched mindsets with her and glanced around. Did this area have a name? "I have no idea. The trees don't often speak of those things." He was still new to these wilds. He crossed lands, but their names were a secret to him. He knew them by what they were, not by what the wolves in these parts agreed to call them.

"Most of the time, wolves won't know. Someone who lives nearby? They might have a name for a place, but unless it's shared there's no real knowing. Directions and descriptions? Those are always more true." He quieted for a moment, thoughtful, before he continued. "Are you familiar with the cardinal directions? North and south? East and west?"