Porcupine Ridge waited too long for a ship to come.

He tilted his head in a manner - which had gotten him lots of coos from the women accompanying his former master - that suggested confusion. The Vale? Was it a place he needed to know about around here? "Where'n da hell is the Vale anyway?" The baritone-voiced wolf-dog asked, green eyes narrowing. "I'm not exactly a local, y'know. Be a bit more specific." He hoped it was close, and wasn't at a higher elevation than they already were. He was exhausted, and his body needed rest more than food at his point. Audrey III promised to himself silently to never come to the mountains again, for it would be the death of him.