Witch's Marsh please let me blaze

travel together?

travel? heard before and recognized as a memory surfaces of a small band of coywolves he and his berserkers had been sent to ...dispose of. one had screamed words at him as he'd cornered it. we travel. peace. he tucks away that memory. it has no place here other than to supply him with a common word. travel. you? i? he asks, assuming that he understands but wanting to be sure that his assumption is not wrongly based. he finds that he isn't opposed to the idea. she knows the language here and could teach him — if she was willing — and he ...well, he could offer companionship and protection. it seems fair enough of a bargain in his mind.