Silverlight Terrace it's my power outfit.

Since she looked like she was chewing that information over, he figured it gave her something to work with--even if it did inspire something pretty rambly that he had not been prepared to need to keep up with. His ears did do a little twitch when she said Redhawks. Forewarned as an eccentric bunch, and he understood why he thought she kind of smelled like Clover had, that added up too well but the yearling smirked.

Yeah, I am. From Moonspear, the big one, he gestured over his shoulder to the towering peak that vanished into the clouds. He'd danced around being so direct up until now, but if she was talking mental maps and all, then she might as well have an important marker to place upon it. There's a valley south after, then more mountains, a river, more mountains. Typical stuff. You'd probably be going pretty far south for a maybe, I'd guess... he supposed aloud to give her more to consider. If she didn't want to be far from home for long, then he didn't really suggest it. She could scope the other range next; it was probably the smarter choice. He didn't know about any willows here. What, do Redhawks make you have a curfew or something? he asked, kind of jesting but also just wondering why she had to mention that at all. Maybe that was another reason why Clover hadn't been so comfy there, besides the damp territory.