Greatwater Lake When that’s all behind us

Laaaaast post. Frick future tense, man

There'd not been a particular destination within her mind when she'd set out to travel that day. She'd simply wanted to visit her friend, which any location could have worked for. So, when he'd suggested that she show him the way, she'd had no reason to object. "If you have the time for a trip, then we may do that," she'd voiced. There was something interesting about the idea of going on a journey with him—or perhaps it was just Damien himself that intrigued her, which could most definitely be the case. They were friends, but not much had ever been shared between them during previous exchanges. There was a part of her that wished to know how he had turned out the way that he did, for she knew of the type of wolves that made up his home. Liars, she'd decided, but he was not with them. The male was kind, at least to her.

"I do hope that you do not mind traveling over the mountains," the girl had noted, offering him an amused smile before having turned in the direction of the range. She'd wait until he would decide to follow, and would then walk with him over and through the mountains, engaging in conversation whenever it was appropriate to do so. Asterr would move across the rocky terrain with a sense of familiarity, which would only increase once they were to eventually reach the cavern. Should he remain after that, she would speak with him more until it was time for him to return to his own home. Whenever their farewells might be given, she'd wish him safe travels and watch him head off before returning to the comfort of her home.