Emberwood Walking and the sky keeps falling down

Takiyok greeted him with a short nuzzle, and he dropped the rabbit and returned it. As attached to her as he'd felt before, she was quickly growing on him as a companion even though the purpose of their journey was less than pleasurable. He wished there had been some grand thing they were off to do. He wished hard that he would wake up from one of these shitty sleeps and remember that this was all just a terrible dream. He would realize that Mahler and Wylla had listened to his advice about the Rusalkans, and now had sent he and Taki on a journey across the mountains to gather information about the Saints' whereabouts so that they might keep the pack protected. The alternate scenario made him sigh as Taki told him that she had found no sign of other wolves recently. He nodded. Good, good, thanks for doing that, he said. He thanked her like she had taken out the laundry rather than making sure nobody was going to try to murder them in their sleep.
The Emberwood was much more exposed than he would have liked, but it was also full of food, which was why he had decided they should stop here for at least a bit. The good hunting had at least allowed him to catch something for them. Taikon nudged the rabbit. It was still quite warm. Please eat, I'll get whatever you don't want, he said calmly. He was quite worried about her general health and state of mind, but he also didn't want to be overbearing. He knew that wasn't a good look on anyone.
He lay down, crossing his front paws and putting his head on them. He was quiet then, thinking about their potential pathways, letting loose another sigh.