Twisted Slough I'm going back to 505

An outpost. It was intriguing to know the man didn't foresee staying here permanently, though perhaps something could still be done with that information.

The conversation lulled as the pair scouted the swamp for any signs of prey. What on earth would choose to live here apart from frogs, Matteo didn't know, but perhaps the winding waterways were home to small fish.

Already damp from mud, he took no issue in wading (carefully) up to his knees as they made their way ever west. With the water too murky to see much, he soon gave up and turned his attention to an idea that had been ruminating.

"I think... it would be nice to keep in contact," he piped up. How to phrase this? "Between your outpost and Moontide, I mean. To share things if the winter is hard?" Maybe even the copse pack? Despite never experiencing winter himself, he recalled Iseuls' urgency to find a group before the snow set in. "Sorry I- I've never really met any other packs before but - um - what do you think of that idea?"