Dawnlark Plains Switchback

did a dice roll for tracking success here!

I’m goin’, I’m goin’,

He chuckled, turning back around and getting a move on. He let Masque’s words sink in for a moment before replying.

You’he a good teahher. He said. I’d like hhat.

Perhaps, he thought, during their training, Masque might learn that they could be a better leader than they thought. 

Though leading was not something he desired yet, it seemed like this might give both of them a purpose, or at least something to work toward. He didn’t mind having an excuse to hang out with his favorite sibling anyway.

Refocusing, it seemed that the winds had died down once they entered the moraine. Nothing but bleak, rocky slopes awaited them.

Then, the dwindling scent faded into obscurity. His pace slackened. He stopped wordlessly, contemplating which direction to go.