Boartusk Heights the goodbye is the hardest part

White-muzzled face smiled warmly, pleasantly surprised they asked.

For a while, until you get tired of me. Knox mused, arching a brow. He could be alone, and he had been for a long time. Even before the fire he was an outcast in his own homeland, so it wouldn't be unusual for him to keep on remaining that way. But where was the fun in staying the same? In this new world, he'd try new things.

Not to mention, it would be more than beneficial to have someone to hunt with. His initial offer had been mostly a playful jest but if this youth really wanted to pair up with him for a bit, he'd do his best to make good use of himself. Teach them some things, and maybe they could teach him something too.

You said you lived in a valley right? Where do you hail from? Somewhere cold, surely. They seemed much too fluffy to be from anywhere far south.