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Wildfire's words earn a slow tail switch. "Not at all," he nodded. Her company seems easy enough so far. He can stomach more of it, he reasons, and two on a trail is better than one.

The guardian pauses a beat to consider his next exact course now that the general heading had already been decided. Dio opts for one he knows that loosely circled back to this area -- just case they were successful in stumbling upon something to hunt. He sniffed the winds idly, adjusting his trail subtly before pressing onward, presumably with the red yearling in tow. Of course, it is a route open to suggestions and far from set in stone. Soon enough, a few strides in, and he can return to the mindset of the hunt.