Luneshale Pass looks like there's no more room in hell for me

I am never lost. the words come out almost as a snarl as his legs draw him closer. it shouldn't, but his curiousity has become vivid. 

the world... he gestures with a sweep of his tail. it is my own jungle gym. I go where I want, when I want. another way to simply say he doesn't care how close, or how far her "palace" is. it doesn't make him afraid to know others may see him. it excites him, actually. but something excites him even more...

he stops, realizing he is only a stride or two away from coming nose to nose with her. more or less, anyway. the height difference is uncanny, but he likes it. 

so. he grunts out a low rasp, the word clipped. you know I am not lost, nor am I looking for anything— at least, nothing i'm not looking at —so, what is it that you think you can help me with, hm?

silence, but he adds more before she can reply. what can you offer me, little dove? a hiss of words, and suddenly he is circling her like a predator would his prey. it's turning into a game, and he is enjoying every second of it.