Honeyed Pasture take off all the thoughts of what we've been

Engel held his breath. He was ready for ridicule, being pushed away again. Frowned upon. He sighed when it was otherwise. "I shall, I shall" he said. Promising he would. And he had been trying. But how he had lived all his life, it made it rather hard for him to do so. "Thank you" he added, bowing his head. 

Engel brought his head back up to answer Phocion, gesturing towards the coast with his muzzle. "The coastline. Staying with a pack. And if I recall where it is, it's not too far...in some way we are neighbors."