Hideaway Strath Svanrand.

"Of course, lass." He tilted his head in indication for Jean to follow, moving off around the border and away from the rendezvous site. 

When he was sure they were out of earshot he leaned closer to Jean, "You look as shattered as her. Find somewhere to nap and I'll patrol." He gave him a smirk, a glint to his eye. He suspected the wolfdog wasn't a scout -- if so he was just tired as hell. Leen knew he could keep going though and didn't mind a patrol. Something to plant himself back in the pack.