Stone Circle Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?

Louis grins at her pouting, ears folding as his head droops down over a wide grin, "I could never forget about you." They'd met in a blizzard. She'd kissed him and laughed. And this exchange now is playful, lighthearted enough that he starts to wonder if he misread her distance, or at least the reason for it. Maybe she'd only been unsure about the abruptness of his reappearance. It didn't seem a crime to hope.

He rolls onto his belly in the grass, breathing in the scents of summer and taking in the blue of the sky up above. "I don't know what's next for me. South, maybe?" He stretches a paw upward, "Or to whatever peak looks wildest. They say there's an ocean to the West." It's honest; he really doesn't know. The world's wide with possibilities and vast expanse of solitary unknowns.

His head tilts, and he looks her way again.

She's said she has a pack. But many wolves do, and many wolves set their paws to unfamiliar earth anyhow. Her wanderlust isn't feigned. So he finds himself bold enough to suggest, "You could come with me. If you wanted. I'd be glad of the company." He smiles.