Blacktail Deer Plateau I've swam the beaches on the west coast

Further questions—the number of questions swimming through his head was immense, truthfully, yet not another was voiced. There was something he was asked to do and he agreed to do it, simple as that; this thought overpowered all others, silencing the questions that plagued him. And further silenced was he by the brush of muzzle against his cheek, tail swaying back and forth once or twice. “I’ll ask you right away if I think of any,” he told her, blatantly ignoring his inner monologue and its nagging. And if neither had anything else to add, Aningan would (awkwardly) dismiss himself after that, likely to go distract himself.