Cassiopeia's View little bird, i have branches above my head

Henryk's pointed face nodded as he listened, meanwhile raising himself up into a sit and turning to face her properly. It couldn't be too polite to just... Carry on a conversation over the shoulder like that. There's a lot to take in, isn't there? He mentioned pleasantly in regard to the land that lay sprawled within their view. He couldn't say he'd adjusted to it yet though, his legs still tended to want to move him along per what he'd been doing the last few months near-constantly. He wasn't exactly settled yet, not as much as he wanted to be.

The fact that she'd said we did, in fact, go over his head at least for the time being. Instead his darker ears flicked in response to her question. North-east, a pretty far trek from here... I used to live around a river called Athabasca. It was a vague answer, but he figured it was enough to gauge whether she knew of it or not. 

What about you?