Gyrfalcon's Keep When Facing the Wind got Wicked

She chuckles a bit awkwardly. "There's coast packs, I guess" Wren says honestly as she leads the way like Tahoe suggested. Taking a sharp turn down a narrower path, she hops along the coast with ease. It's clear she's at least hunted along it before, but perhaps not the coast here. "I lived near a vista once."

She pauses, sniffing along the air and dirt before a nod. Picking up the pace again, she leads Tahoe further. "But maybe I'm stubborn" her voice lowers as she sees deer tracks "and don't want to be disappointed again. Last pack disbanded. Much as I love the ocean, I don't want to get attached." Not again. Not so soon.