Kyrios grinned shamelessly, delighted by her answer. Unlike the one she had expressed at the start of their meeting, this was an attitude he could get behind! A hearty chuckle echoed from the depth of his chest, as he shook his head reassuringly, raising one paw to rest on the bridge of his muzzle – as if forcing it shut – signaling that he’d comply with her wish.

 

It really was a treat to meet another adventurer, even if their approach to exploring was different, they both still held that zest for experiencing something new. On his journeys, though he had met others who roamed like him, the Captain had found that by far, most wolves were homebodies, they enjoyed pack life and preferred to keep close to their own borders. This kind of life had never been enough for Kyrios, however, and while he enjoyed meeting any and all new wolves in his travels, another who shared this predilection was a special joy.

 

As such, he was sorry to see the conversation turn to more serious issues, though it was necessary. His smile paled at her words, eyes growing sad. “A’ave been t’ all th’ old haunts, they’re deserted,” He replied, shaking his head lightly. It was almost eerie – had he been of a less positive disposition, he might have feared some ill fate had befallen the old packs of Relic Lore – as it were, he simply wondered what might have caused them to move on.

 

In any case, he welcomed the change of subject, smiling brightly again as he tilted his head in thought. “Hm…” He mused aloud, eyes twinkling at the darker woman; “Well if ye stick t’ th’ shore a while, after it curves back round, rather than head straight north, ye’ll get t’ th’ stone-lab’rynth, tha’s quite a sight!” He winked at her, but deliberately over exaggerated the gesture, making it comical; “Then ye can follow th’ river into th’ woods, tha’s th’ course A’ like t’ take.”

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