Ocean's Breath Plateau it can be done just not the way you want it

the several blinks of the man's steel eyes were not lost on vegas. truth be told, the white wolf felt a bit self-conscious for his own sheer lack of purpose and intention. he allowed the approach of the other gladly, settling himself upon his lean haunches so they might have a proper conversation. it is, he agreed with another slight nod.

the question that came next confirmed the somewhat dumbfounded reaction that Rokig had officially displayed. did he have a plan? of course it was possible to lie and say that he did, that he intended to live out his days here on the coast, in his unstable, makeshift den carved haphazardly into the flank of the cliffs.

but vegas was not one to spin tales and so he answered in his customary bluntness. N-no, not really. I settled here... temporarily. I guess. he ended with an awkward chuckle, blue eyes darting in uncertainty.