Blackfoot Forest rippling out through his past and future

there is a silence that hangs between them for several moments. he doesn't feel the need to break it. he's already shared his opinions on the forest they both occupy at the moment and it's unlikely they're going to change anytime soon. he's not fond and his companion is; and reminiscent of a conversation he'd had with a woman called speedy a week or so ago ( or was it longer? wintersbane could no longer remember ) differing opinions made the world go around; and while wintersbane enjoyed being right more often than he liked being wrong he acknowledged the fact that the world might irritate him more if everyone agreed with him all the time.

the tundrian's suspicions are proven correct with slavik's response to his inquiry. he mentions a pack way south of here and calls it kendry's ...but of course the name rings no bell to the tundrian. "never heard of it," he admits. he'd spent a bit of time outside the teekon wilds but it'd been very brief and it wasn't long before he wandered back here. he'd initially sought out enok tundra, driven by a curiosity and a desire to feel closer to his deceased mother ...but he felt closer to here, in these wilds, while he working on preserving and carrying on her legacy. "what was your natal pack like?" he asks out of his own curiosity, though he will not pry if his companion does not wish to share.