Emberwood prayer of the refugee

With all that Roscoe had been able to see thus far he was rather interested in knowing what places she had seen. This little valley he had come across was rather nice but it was rather hard to get around without running head-on into one pack to the next. There were small pathways that he could get by without a fuss but odds were pretty slim that he'd be invisible every time. So while he liked being on this side of the Wilds, he also wanted to explore somewhere else that might have more to offer a loner like him. The coast? he asked quietly, contemplating it to himself in the followed silence for it sounded like a lovely place but she mentioned a pack and that likeness slithered away. 

At least it was only one, though! Even then, she wasn't completly convinced that the coast (or Stormrift) was a good option and suggested that their opinions might be quite different. Anywhere really... I want to see it all! Roscoe had never been very picky about where his paws ended up because he usually liked whatever he came across in some way. Whether it was a small reason or a big reason, he could find something worth admiring. Like here fo instance! He greatly admired the tranquility of the place (despite his ability to forego the act of being tranquil) and would have to revisit that meditation thing sometime. Really giving it a shot rather than scoffing at the idea.