Golden Glade I never dreamed that i'd meet somebody like you

Ulrich grimaced at the sight of Adylaide's paws. "Well?" he repeated, skeptically, his brows drawing together in confusion. "My lady, you have a strange definition of the word well." He sighed, glancing behind himself over his shoulder. "We should have stayed with the river a while longer. You never did get to rest your paws in the water... I suppose there's nothing for it now. Your paw pads will toughen over time. In the meanwhile, please tell me if you'd like a break. We're farther from that pack to the northeast so I don't mind slowing down a little."