Sun Mote Copse At last, at last

A couple moons ago and Galathiel might have vehemently denied the notion that travelling might be good for someone. But now, with some miles under his belt, he was beginning to wholeheartedly agree with the idea.

"It is indeed. Although, I do find the nights to be quite lonesome. I suppose it is a little different with a pack at your side." It was an alien lifestyle to that of which he'd known, and yet perhaps he could warm to it - after all, he was on the road now. Had Keshi's subtle redirection not been a clear sign she wanted him gone.

Galathiel smiled thinly at her growing excitement. Summer was not so far away, now the cold winter had passed; it was best not to get too attached. "I do enjoy the sun," he admitted with a twitch of his lips, eyes momentarily followed the swish of her fur. "Any month without snow is a pleasurable one."