Thunder Dome don't blame me

His suggestion was met with approval, and the corners of his mouth tugged upward in a smile. It was exactly what he'd dreamed of: a quiet woodland, secluded and safe from the world that had failed him. Talion's bright eyes lingered on the fine features of his to-be leader, eager to hear what the next step in their journey of finding their home would be.

Instead of guiding him, Freyja asked for his opinion. Surprised that she seemed genuinely interested in what he had to say, the sterling yearling twitched his nose and thought back to his wanderings through the Teekon. Nowhere he'd been was particularly noteworthy, however, though he supposed it might be worthwhile checking out the Emberwood in the daytime. He promptly changed his mind, recalling the ghostly creature he'd seen within its trees, with the ivory fur and obsidian eyes. Crossing paths with her again was not something he wanted to do anytime soon.

"No," he said somewhat sadly, for he was loathe to disappoint her. "We could scout around areas you haven't checked out though, see what's around?"

He spent some time with her there at the cavern, discussing her intentions and finding himself oddly relaxed. When the time comes to move on, Freyja and Talion decide to part ways and scout the nearby territory in search of her perfect paradise. "We'll at the Vale in five days' time," they agree, and Talion headed West at his potential new Alphess' request to begin his scouting mission.