Herbalists' Cache There is a house built out of stone

She seemed optimistic about her pack thriving, and he gave her a faint smile of encouragement, but elected to stay silent. Experience had taught him that packs were a temporary thing; something lovely, but not quite evergreen. 

She would need to travel at a different pace than him, which was acceptable enough. Bronco never really went anywhere with a great amount of haste, especially with the injuries he’d suffered over the course of his life. He was content to allow her to wander on, and gave her a nod.

”Same to you. Safe travels,” He said quietly, before he watched her rove on. The silence grew, and he sighed softly. Loneliness was a companion he would have to learn to tolerate.