Blacktail Deer Plateau Don't make me turn my back on ya.

Journeying with the wolfdog is actually rather pleasant. It's been awhile since he's had a traveling companion, and he'd almost forgotten how lonely life as a lone wolf can be — almost. He's in no danger of forgetting now anyway. He slows as they approach the borders, returning Elixir's smile and nodding slightly to her words. He's given the idea of staying some thought through the journey, though he doesn't even know yet if he'll be wanted; he's not entirely sure he's ready to settle down, or if he's really as adaptable as he's always considered himself, and these things make him hesitate. Could he fit into a more... normal pack, after becoming so used to leading Big Cliff? Of course he's inclined to think he can, but realistically... he doesn't know.