Bramblepoint Exodus.

The marred brute asked something of him, and Artyom blinked his surprise. With the Summer months presenting many new opportunities to distract him see more of what the world had to offer, he hadn't really considered the possibility of settling in one place. It seemed almost wrong to do so, without Anastasia to share a new home alongside him. If he were to find the courage to answer Terance, he would likely tell him no, he did not particularly like the road. He would tell him that the only real reason he kept moving was the fear that if he should stop, he might sink.

He closed his dark eyes briefly, and took a moment to cast his solemn thoughts of the past aside. His mate was gone, and he was young; Artyom would always remember what she meant to him, but life would ultimately go on without her. 

"I will go with you," he decided, figuring he had nothing to lose and it was at least worth trying to fit in somewhere. Dipping his blonde muzzle, he quietly awaited his new leader to lead the way.