Honeyed Pasture trek along?

Her words of assurance he took well to heart, paws feeling a little lighter around her exuberance, an aura like sunlight that refused to falter. After his fair share of stone-cold wolves out in the lonesome straits, it was a wonderful change.

He adapted to every moment she slowed or hurried, always sweeping a little out of his desired path to ensure he didn't bump her. Galen was nothing if conscious of other's spaces, it was a wariness he would always bear with him. He nodded as he listened to her plan, grateful she laid it out for him in clear words, no drama, no complexity - simple marching orders. That much, he could do his best to fulfill.

He looked almost thoughtful. Sounds good to me.

He tossed her an appraising, almost respecting look. They had yet to hunt, yet to fail or succeed, but one thing was certain, You're quick.

His ears swiveled to the pasture around them, eyes now scanning past her to ensure they didn't stumble through the dark onto their quarry. He offered his trust to Pangur, and he needed to enable her.