Deepwood Weald they're wearing steel that's bright and true

Since she was proving to be a little bit odd so far, he was keeping a close eye on her while she answered. Travelers, then, and he didn't overlook that she implied others. Subtly, he worked his nose to try to decipher any hints of them from her own scents, but luck on that was marginal at best.

When she extended her muzzle towards him, he watched first, wide-eyed, and sniffed back blatantly on his own. What? he asked when she said come with them, and caught himself standing a little taller. You just met me! Her? How do you not know where you're going, anyway? he asked first, of all the many, many questions he suddenly found that he had. She was seeming odd. This was swiftly confirming it to him as he tried to put together the pieces. Obviously this wasn't the whole story. He just stared back at her, unsure if he was ready to find out more or dart from the situation entirely before it got any weirder on him.

And plus, I have a home. he said, making it clear he was not in the market for upheaval anyway.