Totoka River i'm on my tip toes

her hesitation — brief as it was — did not go unnoticed. wintersbane prides himself on being vigilant and observant — a learned trait of being a warrior and a tactician ( though he does not yet have the second specialty ), he knows. mannerisms and body language spoke a lot of volumes that vocalization was often keen to let out. each wolf was different, had different tells. learning them took time — time that he certainly doesn't have now. her reasons behind the hesitation hardly matter to him and he chooses not to capitalize upon the fact that he noticed. playing oblivious was just as easy as feigned confidence.

that'd be appreciated. he accepts her offer with a gracious tip of his head. i realize i could backtrack but that feels like a waste of time. he admits with an offhanded shrug of his broad shoulders. you from around here? he inquires, assuming that it's the case. having the knowledge of the area to be able to direct him safely across the totoka river meant she spent some amount of time in the general area.