dungeons and dragons

<3 also i just played with the route he took a bit, lol. ~fudged it as i went, lol. xD

Regi recognized her as a pack mate earlier that morning when they had happened to cross paths within the Plateau's claimed lands. Their exchange had been brief, introductions had been given: formal and to the point. Their missions were not dissimilar and the pair had set off, albeit in different directions. When Behati had taken the treacherous route, Regi had looked for the path that did not exhibit quite the danger that the path his pack-mate had chosen. This was not because there was fear — caution, perhaps, yes — but for the simple fact that most wolves would inherently tend to shy away from taking the most treacherous path to The Dungeon, lest they be natural daredevils. It was wiser in the Frostfur-DiSarinno's mindset to seek a path that was a bit safer, if even such a thing existed. 

There were some slopes, of course, for the undertaking was not without it's own share of danger, regardless of if he'd taken the less intimidating looking path or not. Eventually, they'd both made it to their descent to their target, though it appeared that neither of them had been able to find it's entrance, yet. She seemed eager enough to engage him when he finally reached her position, having taken the 'longer' route down. The chances of being asked about the Dungeon and the best path down by anyone didn't strike him as very likely, yet, these were good things to know. 

It was apart of an Outrider's job, after all. To know the layout of the territories and even, if permitted, their secrets. “There's a path to the west of the path you took,” He gestured behind him with a cant of his muzzle, eyes of liquid gold coming to rest upon her. “It's obviously longer, or perhaps you have the ability to move faster than me,” Spoken with a small smirk, a mischievous thing. He was big and lumbering and that tended to slow him down. 'Twas why he was best suited for being a “tank” when it came to a fight. He wasn't fast but he had weight and power behind his strikes. Yet, this wasn't about warrior or warden things. Still, his size did not allow him to maneuver as fast or easily as some wolves. “but it seemed pretty safe. Plenty of footfalls, not too steep and only a few spires as which to impale oneself on should footing be lost.” It was a grim image, but he spoke it in jest figuring it was ok because it wasn't as if either of them had been impaled.