Barrow Fields god's either dead or running on double A's

Surprisingly enough, he managed to get an answer out of the dark-haired wolf. No chiding remarks about how close he had come, no slights against his appearance. So far that had been a warmer reception than he had hoped for, though perhaps it was only for show. He can't avoid the urge to size up the other, though the once-over is brief and through various sidelong glances.

"I'm headed towards the ocean," he answered, as though he wasn't secrelty wondering when the tables would be turned on him. "It's quite a sight, I assure you." Beneath that was the veiled offer for the other to join him, though Roach had his reservations about that too. But if that was what he was supposed to draw from the query, then he thought it to be a half-suitable answer.