Ocean's Breath Plateau give me a scotch, i'm starving

"two weeks at least, perhaps more." the scent of the fish between his paws was rising into lasher's nostrils, rendering him mad indeed, but he steeled himself. "it would be best if one such as yourself traveled with a pack; more teeth to bring down any beast your might find, more strength for moving fast and far." a gentle smile now, more akin to his usual self.