Deepwood Weald Where's North?

The brute thought it better to drop the discussion on the name, as it had obviously gone way over Itsy's head.

Bastien scoffed. "Don't seem so confused and lost when you already know the answer to your problem." As taunting as it may have sounded, the brute meant it to be more personally uplifting...in a round-about way. He hid it with his tone a voice. He wasn't keen on looking like the nice guy, but deep down he was a peace keeper.

His jaws opened wide and with a small whine he yawned, shaking his head as he exhaled the air.

"Forward, huh?" He smirked slightly to her response. "That's the only good answer I've gotten from you tonight. That's right. Forward is the only direction."

He looked up at the bird through the corner of his eye. "Perhaps you'll make a traveler... some day"