The Heartwood Light a blunt, grab my gun, slide these old boots on alone.

Massaraq squinted looking once more over the pair. They did not look that old to him, perhaps around the age of his anaa, but both of them had deep black or brown in their pelts still not completely peppered over with age. But he was eager to be on his way, and he would tell Kukutux of what he had heard here as well. "I will." Glancing towards Phox he nodded his head "Safe journey." He took a moment to orient himself before heading back in the direction of Moonglow. This was as far as he wished to go this time from him home. Hopefully the pathways of the earth would welcome him back the way he had come, although there were precious few journeys that could ever be repeated, each one seemingly different from the last.

Massaraq out <3