Ocean's Breath Plateau the setting of quo

A truly nomadic pack. If only partly. Hm. "What of packs with established territories," he wondered in his half-a-question half-a-statement way. "You will avoid them." Étoille's curiosity was truly piqued. Though. "In truth, I am not an explorer," the man said, correcting her earlier assumption. "I am.. still new," hesitantly spoken, trying to pin down his restlessness, "or.. I think I will find where I am eventually meant to be." It was a long thought for him, and he felt a little tired having said it. It was a truth he'd long held on to. Move forward, float along, eventually you will find anchor. At the same time he wondered if he was starting to be too picky. "Mais.. I would like to. Establish roots, perhaps." As he'd meant to do with Gnarled Oaks, as shortlived as that was. He felt a little awkward suddenly: he was not used to elaborating on his own thoughts so deeply. Feeling a little embarrassed, the giant shuffled his feet. "Your vision is admirable," he concluded after a moment. He did not want her to think... what? Him dismissive? Something along those lines. God this was odd for him.