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He was glad that Raven hadn't pressed him any more on why he'd left the pack. Had she done so, he would have become incredibly uncomfortable. Perhaps the only reason he was even slightly comfortable with her was the fact that she was part Peregrine, and thus a blood relative of his. The fact that she looked mostly like her father was a godsend, as he wouldn't have been nearly as tolerant of a Fox lookalike. He side-stepped when she spoke suddenly, as though frightened she might do something very much like her mother, and lifted his head to view the looming figure of the Caldera in the distance. 

He stopped, and gestured toward her homeland. She could definitely make it home, as long as she headed straight toward the Caldera. "Home," He said, to her, not in reference to himself. He had a good distance to go to get home now, as close to a home as Neverwinter Forest was. "Safe travels," He said quietly, in part wishing he could return with her.