Silverlight Terrace no, they won't be home tonight

Since their last meeting, he had kept busy. If not busy, certainly occupied, in mind or body. He was starting to wonder if the same could be said for her, far more than he realized at first glance. Slowing up a little while he debated his answer, he panted with his tongue lolling from his jaws. Because there's a lot to see, he said first, alternating between an awkward canter and a trot every few lengths, like he couldn't make up his mind which one suited his moment better. And like sure, scouting around the mountain is one thing.. since you don't usually have to go far to find something or someone weird.. he detailed, but he didn't mean it in a bad way. They were just strange sorts to him and he didn't usually have to go far to find interesting beasts--to him, who didn't get out too terribly much. I've got a pretty good feeling about it all, I guess. It's good to.. go. he gestured, and bounced his stride with a small buck then to emphasize his point.

He wasn't feeling particularly burdened  by worry, not even with the chilly temperatures and snow afoot, and instead, just looking forward to it, the beginning, the middle, and the end when they'd be back--which wouldn't even be in that long. It left him in a good spot for now. What, not feeling it? he grinned back at her with a playful click of his teeth. He meant well, but he was curious too. Did something have her.. distracted? He couldn't judge it so precisely just yet.