Blackfeather Woods She's Never Gonna Sing Them No More

Awesome, Taikon affirmed, pleased that he would have a reasonable travel companion. Gracious seemed to suit her name quite nicely from their limited interactions. Thus far, he had no reason to suspect any ill will from her. Though he had come to the Teekon Wilds bearing a suspicious nature, and often assumed the worst of strangers, he was starting to relax somewhat after realizing that he was often the one others were worried about.
The white wolf began at a fairly paced trot toward the mountains, slower than usual for him so that they would be able to talk freely without having to gasp for air. As to the grey wolf's question, Taikon shook his head. 
I'm not planning on settling anywhere, to be honest. Pack life is something I'm not sure I'm wired for, he explained, frowning a bit. Is it nice there, with your family?