Journey

Sounds good to me!

A sliver of stray light caught the corner of Tuwawi's sterling gaze at Ptarmigan's words, and it cast a glimmer within her eyes to reflect a keen and eager spirit. The thought of laying down ties so soon hadn't even dawned on the scouting Sveijarn before that moment, and the suggestion that their vision might become reality was almost too much. Yet, the ember found it within herself to veil this enthusiasm, though a warm grin was allowed to dance upon her sooty maw. "I would like that very much," she told her companion. Suddenly, the Endore didn't feel like such a stranger anymore. This she-wolf was in good health, well traveled, with an agreeable disposition; a rare gem by any measure... though the body was only half as desirable as the soul it contained.

"I will call for you, then, Ptarmigan," she added, "when the time is right." No doubt their zenith would soon arise, and a part of Tuwawi wished that her potential comrade's plans didn't pan out; the Endore would be good company for the blooming family. "We shall!" she exclaimed, accepting the offer to explore the land more thoroughly together. Tuwawi took her place next to Ptarmigan, a bit closer now, and continued to adventure as the day fell into dusk.