Flycatcher Downs And you told me we'd never survive

It became clear where he would avoid now. Especially if they were all as bold as this one, or even as large as Evergreen. His silver gaze followed as the male gestured to wherever Easthollow laid. When a rather typical question was flipped onto Rokig he simply offered a rough shrug of his shoulders. Shelter. It was a vague answer but the truth. Rokig could not say just where exactly he was headed to if even he did not know.

Are there some sort of caves or even a forest nearby? His brow quirked. This place seemed like a wasteland that lacked what he wanted. Perhaps this stranger knew something about any kind of purpose fulfilling locations near their position. The task would just be to get him to share where they were.