Duck Lake To the ship, matey!

He watched as she took some steps closer to him and sat down herself. He figured she must have decided he wasn't a danger. Which, he wasn't. He gave a nod. Yes, a few days travel, depending on the motivation to cross the lands, he replied. He had sort of meandered over with no real destination in mind, so it had taken him longer. But, he knew it could be done a lot faster. Sort of, he said. I have no real place that I'm staying, just kind of wandering around, exploring, he admitted. He liked to have no destination, no time limit, no place he had to be. It was one of the most freeing feelings to him. 

His gaze went to the direction she gestured to for a moment, before returning back to Arlette, as she explained she was her pack's healer. Why don't you go outside the territory often? he asked, curious. From his point of view, staying within the pack lands must have been a very small world. Then again, as a wanderer, he would think that. Are you looking for herbs now? I could help, if you like, he offered. A benefit of having no plans was that he had time to offer his help, should she need it.