Kintla Flatlands it's the hap-happiest season of all.

A lopsided grin teased at the corner of his muzzle, but he did not fully allow it to pass -- his eyes roved over the she-wolf before him, amused by her response. As much as their conversation was a nice distraction however, the cinnamon wolf knew he could not stay here for much longer.. he would need to make the trek back to the Creek and face what awaited him there.

"Are you going to be able to make it back home?" His tone was still dry -- indicating with a nod of his muzzle to the injuries she had sustained.. still unexplained. He did not know where her home was -- but he did not that if Fox was there, it was a place he should probably avoid. What small friendship the two held previously had seemingly dwindled to nothing.. as had become apparent during their last encounter.