Moonspear i should live in salt

Greeted, his own tail swung and he showed enough tooth in a quick smirk before he settled back to his route--turned their route, now. It felt good to move, and even better in tandem now. Quiet, he answered to summarize his so far. It was relatively early in his efforts though, the rain having only recently cleared and his focus only recently coming in full. Mostly just wet, he lamented, huffing a sigh to punctuate with his opinions on the endless rains. But I am glad we're on the high ground, the dark Ostrega added before he cast a thoughtful look in the direction of the lowlands, while he wondered about those beyonds and how they held up in this washout.

See anything good lately? he asked back when he turned his glance back to his present, and his brother. Anything besides damp plants and swelling creeks, that is.