Honeyed Pasture trek along?

!! I didn't mean to vanish so long !!

Galen took his side of the load easily; not merely just as a test of might, but more attributed to his willingness to help - though certainly, wide paws and shoulders helped. He tilts his head down in a simple, calm nod as he listened to her words. Amusement colored his own words as he commented, Your Hárkonungr is wise.

An untethered soul such as he, had grown much accustomed to the dangers of the road - though, much of them were waylaid by his size and demeanor, he had been younger and far more naïve once; too easily did corrupting forces flock to groups like leeches sensing life. He jolted in surprise at her next statement and too clearly did it remind him of dark fur and a voice like woodsmoke and brotherhood. It tempered his brightness for just a moment, but not into something hurt or discouraging, just something like thoughtfulness.

.. your offering is kind, He answers her after a pause, and there is something like ... something akin to gentle fingers closing another's hands around an offering. It hangs heavy around him for a moment before he continues, I should return in the summer. I am due for the coast.

He smiles and it seems almost mournful, before it lightens, swirls with amusement once more. His eyes trace the shape of her cheeks and muzzle, matches the glint of her eye, before he speaks, Fret not, I understand, I do not think anything could make me forget Pangur.

His steps remained light, or as light as they could be, beneath their shared burden as they moved forward - and he thought, a little bemused, how easily it was, to follow the lines back toward Forneskja.