Totoka River the upper peninsula

He watched her closely as she pointed like an arrow. It wasn't a very detailed description but he was thankful nonetheless. The names planted into his memory with a direction next to them. Two sea packs and one called Morningside - all three encapsulated in a place called the Teekon Wilds.

Silver eyes struggled to consume all of the lands around them. His inky lips parted slightly as he considered what to say next. One thing seemed most appropriate above all. "Thank you." The words were soft, almost a whisper, but genuine.

"Do..." His nose trying to pull the scents off of her. "Do you belong to one of those places?" Rokig wasn't positive it was his place to prod about where she belonged but he did anyway. Were there more like her - timid but helpful?