Moonspear Find me where the wild things are

Perhaps she was right, he thought. Maybe there was no such thing as too much of a good thing, but he would be the first to say that he was never entirely certain of that. His life had not been full of good things, even now pockmarked with lingering traces of what made him the way that he was. Still the notion was not enough to wipe the smile from his face as they continued on, the conversation drifting towards the many different facets that they enjoyed of the various biomes available to them. When the forests had been searched clean of any trace of what Speedy sought, they headed back towards the inner core of the territory, and went their separate ways.