Kintla Flatlands my travel

He wasn't surprised to learn that she was out there exploring. Even working towards a trade. It seemed to be a casual theme with wolves everywhere. Within packs, they worked steadily towards milestones and goals. They built their lives around things, supported their homes and at times, even revolted against them. On the grand scheme of things, Mordecai could have said that he was very impressed with the way the world around him worked. It was fascinating, much in the way each of their individual stories could have been. But it seemed that she was also at a loss for words, unlike him.

“Well, you don't seem to be getting much in the way of exploring done by lying there,” and in truth, maybe it even seemed a little snide of him to comment on that. “But at least you picked a nice place for a break.” His smile remained, and in a way he hoped he wasn't bothering her with his company if in fact she was trying to catch a break. For him, it was turning into a chance to gather his own information. He knew so very little of Swiftcurrent's existence to begin with.

“Has the Creek been doing well so far?”