He’d never really liked that phrase, ‘too much of a good thing’. Of course, he knew the logical truth of it – too much food makes you sick and so on – but as someone who had pretty much dedicated his life to chasing pleasure, the notion of too much, was paradoxical. But he wasn’t about to hold it against his brother at any rate, especially when it was posed as part of a joke. Instead, Kyrios just shook his head, smiling at the assumed seriousness.

Landen’s reaction to the shoulder pat drew a full blown laugh from his older brother, who moved obligingly at the push, swaying side to side as he grinned; “Ahh yer so dark anyway, no’ne’ll be able t’ tell!” He added to the banter, raising another muddy paw threateningly towards the younger wolf. He kept it at the warning though, allowing the conversation to turn more serious.

In answer to the question he could only shrug, leaning back and raising a leg to scratch at his ear for a moment before saying: “D’know, north a’ s’pose, visit th’ old haunts.” He shrugged again. The Captain rarely had any set destination in mind, he just set sail and let the wind take him. Now that he was around anyway though, it seemed fitting to stop by the place he was born. “Wha’bout ye?” He turned the question back on his sibling, wondering if he too was simply exploring, or if something specific had brought him to their parents’ old hunting ground.