Herbalists' Cache There is a house built out of stone

He assumed that her question was meant not simply as a bid for information, but asking permission to travel with him as well. He wasn’t really feeling up to having company, but perhaps she wouldn’t need much of him, and they could part ways come nightfall. He supposed he could put his heartbreak aside, and hide it long enough to escort her to the North, where her pack lived. 

”North for a bit, yes. I need to get South of the mountain range, but the easiest way to do that is to go clear out to the ocean and around.” He said. A braver wolf might’ve chosen to attempt to pass through the barrier mountains, but he wasn’t aware of any safe passages, and had had enough of landslides and crumbling mountains. He tasted the air on his next inhale, but didn’t find much recognizable about her scent. ”What pack do you belong to?” He asked.