Ocean's Breath Plateau Could this one be my last?

Her voice was frail, Kaertok noted, and her appearance nervous and skittering. He disapproved, but at least she did not complain. That he was thankful for. There was little else that annoyed Kaertok than a sniveling whiner. His own pace was a quick trot, though he would slow if that seemed to be pushing her past her limits. She asked if the others were far ahead, and Kaertok lowered his head for a moment as the moved toward their new home. He sought impressions of their feet in the ground, their scent upon the earth. It was not here exactly, but there was the faint smell of them on the wind, which blew southward.

Not close, he replied, We can catch up with them before nightfall. Assuming she did not slow him down. What is your name?