Sleeping Dragon as long as you drive i'm along for the ride

His face heated again at her touch, and the bridge of his nose seemed to be aflame. His face was going to melt off if this continued, he felt. But the moment lasted only a short while before serious conversation filled the silence again, and Seff replied slightly trepidantly. 

"Honestly- I don't know. I need to go back, if only one last time, to make sure my mother is alright." He admitted, sorely hoping that such an encounter would not go wrong. He knew of the position the dark woman had claimed, and he knew that he would have to pay her the utmost respect. After a moment, he looked to her. "I think...I'd like to travel. To see what's out there, to learn and explore." He said softly, looking to her. Larksong had been rigid in their ranks and beliefs, and though Blackfeather had been much the same, it was their darkness that drive him away. He understood that Freyja's own pack was steeped deeply in tradition and culture from their conversations, and wondered if all places were. Or, if there was such a place more...accepting. Open.