Broken Antler Fen there's no place like home

Skwol was betrayed by an upward twitch of his brows and a brief half-smirk at the corner of his mouth, as he held a teasing comment or two on his tongue about her search for two boys.

The white wolf nodded his head when asked if he was travelling alone. "But," Skwol pursed his lips and hummed in a deep, half-growl that was characteristic of him when he was thinking about something seriously. Several times he made to speak, his expression animating and mouth opening each time he thought he had found the proper articulation for what he wanted to say before he decided against it.

"Eh, I was just thinking..." he started and then paused again. Skwol shrugged, terminating his rumination in a whatever, the heck with it fashion and continued again freely. "I was just thinking we could find something to eat and then go look for them boys of yours." She did not need the help, he did not think. But he could use the direction and purpose.