Mount Apikuni a lonely lover's charm

Viggo chuckled at that one. She really was a clever one. And pretty, too. Then again, those things could also be said of Ptarmigan. “Not at all,” he replied, assuring her that he had no plans to make this his home. Unless, of course, Ptarmigan decided she wanted to be here... but he did not voice these concerns. The last thing Viggo wished to do was push this lovely girl away by mentioning another one. He knew how... possessive they could be when they had their eye on the prize. (He was the prize, of course.)

When she responded with a more serious explanation, Viggo looked to where she pointed with her muzzle. He hadn't come close to either packs that she mentioned, nor had he really been exploring as much as Ptarmigan. It was her show, and Viggo did not wish to steal it. “I cannot say where I will end up,” he said, looking over the expanse of the lands below them, “but I can’t imagine it will be too bad.” Considering nothing terrible had happened to the Ostrega so far, his "along for the ride" mentality was working out for him.