Greatwater Lake they'll nosh you up

VERBUMBLING. I love it.

Whim nodded when she said it was nice to meet him, opening his mouth slightly with the intention of returning the favour but deciding it wasn't worth further proving himself a bumbling mess. Instead, he just stuck with the nod. When she asked him what information he was looking for, he lapsed into a temporary silence again, tilting his head slightly to the side and keeping his eyes somewhere between her paws and her chest, or otherwise on some indistinct point over her shoulder.

He didn't really have any specifics, and there wasn't anything in particular that would make him stay or go — evidently it wasn't a war-torn area, which was good, and she was the first local he'd met and she was friendly, so that was good too. But there wasn't especially anything that would make him stay; he operated off of feelings in that department. This area felt alright, but nothing special. Occasionally Whim would stumble upon a locale that just felt comfortable. But he couldn't very well ask her where her most comfortable territories were.

"Just sort of taking inventory," he said, pausing before quickly added, "if that makes sense. Your pack, it's not — not actually to do with dragons... I'd assume." There was no accounting for Koontz if she was completely mad, after all.