Gilded Bay bound her in her bones

She danced around on her paws while he looked around, his gaze finding hers when she inquired about food. Lynford shook his head. Not particularly, he told her. Food could wait for tomorrow when they had rested. We can eat in the morning.

He nodded at her remark on their progress. He had been thinking the same thing, although he wasn't surprised that they were on the same page; they usually were. He looked down at her paws for a few moments before looking back up. Do your paws need medical attention? he asked. They had done a lot of walking and it was not the easiest of environments right now; it created the perfect conditions for raw paw pads or frost bite. Better to take care of things before they hindered her ability to travel and they had to stop for even longer.