Redhawk Caldera forgive me if I wander off

The sudden bump from Lagan startled Andalusia, and, wide-eyed, she crossed her forelegs to brace her stagger. But she gathered herself well and shouldered him back, a crooked grin bent his way. She had to hand it to the kid, he had a good nature about him, and though he still had plenty of room to grow, he seemed to be headed on a decent path.

Elwood's words brought a measure of sobrerity back to their plans, and Andalusia returned his glance with a slow and encouraging nod. With the amount she traveled, the outrider had faced her share of scares, and had certainly heard of skilled wolves who had been dealt far worse than a few cuts and bruises. In the seemingly endlessness of youth, she hoped Elwood's warning would settle in Lagan without the boy needing to learn his advice first hand. Andalusia couldn't promise to keep him safe, but she would do what she could to watch out for him on the road, as the outriders she had trained beneath had done for her.