Lake Rodney Otters for a bride

Heph was glad to see a smile on the wolf's face as he introduced himself. While wolves were certainly capable of deception, acting friendly to draw unsuspecting passerby in, she was inclined to take the expression at face value and returned it with a flash of a grin on her own lips. She held no pleasure in facing unfriendly faces nor needing to defend herself and it seemed that even if their little meeting did not continue there was no need for hostility. "My name is Heph, good to meet you Rodyn. I'm a bit of a traveler, my birth pack is rather far." She peered over to better see the roots he had spoken of, they twisted around the water but she could see that not all of the paths were created equally to a traveler. While otters were not overly abundant where she had been from she had hunted a few of them and his words and logic seemed sound.

Looking back towards Rodyn she added, curiosity clear in the rise and fall of her voice. "Huh a bit of a challenge there." Her words shifted and a slight glimmer appeared in her eyes as she joked "I might have to give it a try as well if you don't mind." She glanced back over checking for a reaction. He certainly seemed athletic enough to pull it off, and although Heph herself had a fair amount of bulk her natural inclination to explore everywhere from mountains to meadows meant she had a certain confidence in her own footing and ability.