Big Salmon Lake it's time we tried to find the sunrise

No worries! I'll archive here. I'd love another thread between these two someday!

Their plans were similar. Though, Tehama seemed to carry herself with much more purpose than he. For now, his goals were less tactful—nothing but long days of coordinated wander. In all his life he had never felt such freedom, he had always been plagued by unforeseen hardship, which severely limited his options. Freedom, though, was not something he strived to protect. In some sense, he desired for basic order to anchor his existence. Time would tell whether or not he'd find it. With winter looming, a lone wolf was at odds with the world. Tehama understood this, but her heart seemed to desire deeper fulfillment, while his banked solely on survival. 

He hoped the best for her, really. For him, it would be rewarding to have connections in a variety of places. McBride had indeed listened closely to her reply, though his own did not seem to reflect such care. Not out of his true shallowness, but rather the general ambiguity he maintained. Their short exchange had come to a natural end, and he'd rather see himself out before her.

Good luck, Tehama. Till we meet again. His gaze lingered on the woman for a moment before he turned away, trotting along the riverbank—disappearing to where from which he had came. Tahoe never stuck around for long. Soon, his new acquaintance would probably be on her way as well.