Echoing the distaste for the coyote vermin, a grumble of his own entered his chest as the salt and pepper male spat about the creatures. The thought was still just a theory and most likely would stay that way, but at least it was a plausible reason as to why the Lore was just abandoned suddenly. The Vuesain did hope there wasn’t any causalities to cause everyone to leave.

Returning Viorel’s polite smile, ”Just call for me and I can come help you find your way up if you need it.” His tone was light, he was sure either would be able to manage, though as first timers it surely was a daunting task. As the young Valle stood, the Vuesain did the same as he gathered himself up onto all feet. Smiling politely, he gave the young lad a curt nod. ”It was nice to meet you. Safe travels to you,” he responded nicely before turning his back away from the male as he began to make his way to the old abandoned den that he took refuge in every time he made his way though this area. There he would be safely sheltered from the elements as he rested for the night before making his way back home.