Moonstone Quarry on your behalf, i asked if he would be there for you

They have keep up a good pace and the scout could not be happier for the lack of trouble on the way. With her gut instinct, luck, and some vague familiarity (she's been up this far this way all of once before), all paired nicely with Mato's help, it was apparently enough to keep this moving along smoothly. Jomyo knew this had the chance to be a valuable turning point in the history of the morwinyon's history. Sometimes, jogging along beneath the warmth of the afternoon sun, snow crunching at her paws, it felt almost too good to be true.

But she's kind of proud of them all, really, since she's seen how seamless a transition they have made to the road. She's used to it on her own. Some of them are not, and at least they're all well, and they even have two young little randoms in tow who were thankfully behaving enough. It's something, but they're not there yet; it's not time to even begin to let any complacency in. She will keep her sights sharp until they reach the vale, and then some.

She perked her ears up and looked aside as soon as she heard someone nearing. Dialing down her cruise control a bit, she nodded over her shoulder at Queenie's approach. "Oh hey," she swished her tail in a low, friendly wave when she paused for a few brief steps, letting her catch up easier before she would be on her way once more. "What's up?" she asked. Ever the pessimist apparently, she had to remind herself that she'd be raising way more alarms if there was bad news from the fëanáro's thorough rounds.