Lake Rodney Kiss the skies, we're almost home

It seemed as though his jovial greeting and spoken query had attracted the fellow to come be his audience and so the swarthy warrior would pad at a similar pace to his company until the space between the two was of a comfortable agreement and the pale one opened his maw to speak. It seemed as though this wolf had not come out of want to end solitude, rather he was the eyes, the mapper for a nearby pack. His words intrigued the Treborm greatly, whom replied with "You speak of a pack?" and a simple yet rather curious nod.

"I am in fact a wonderer," he'd continue, molten orbs alight as his gaze studied the build of his counterpart, standing tall and steadfast as if to prove his worth. "By trade, no, but, nevertheless, I carry the mere spirit of scouting and the hunt." Aurelius was not one to brag, and so ended his brief explanation with a promising tail wag.