Deepwood Weald Little weasels with tails of white

Heph considered his words, half a year seemed all at once too long and too short a time. Given her age it was a significant journey to make, a wolf especially one as proficient in survival as Rodyn appeared to be could cover great distances in such a time. She nodded her head at the observation. It seemed as though he had found a good place to settle though in that case. While Heph had not grown up on grand stories of luck or fate there did seem to be some good fortune involved in him finding a place that suited him well and she had to admit that her own chancing upon this large expanse of territory had been fortuitous. "Well, hopefully you would have stopped at some point, at least long enough to grace some lucky woman with your bloodline." She teased lightly, her nose wrinkling at the upturn of laughter that touched the corners of her eyes. Though he did not seem the type to simply wander on leaving someone who had held his affections thus she could easily see a wolf being charmed by his manner or by his skills or both. It was a bit of a presumption to tease him about his lineage though as not all wolves cared about such things or perhaps simply did not care overmuch about the set of circumstances that so often surrounded the continuance of them.