Though the leader continually blinked in odd intervals, his eyelids eventually stopped fluttering. Follko's words, his story, drew him away from whatever pain had blazed across his face. The older male had lived a rather similar existence before he had come to Relic Lore. He imagined a young Follko, confident beyond his years, easily taking on the world with ground-eating strides. The only difference between them was that he had embarked on his journey on his on whereas Borden had been sent away. The Hollow leader nodded briefly, his half-blind pupils flickering to his companion's face before returning to the pathway laid out in front of them.

It turned out that Follko had had it rough... even more so than what Borden had gone through. Where Borden had been naive and egotistic to shy or avoid nearby packs, Follko had been turned away. The last bits of the subordinate's story unfolded and it occurred to the Lyall how fortunate he {and Jaysyek} had been to stumble upon him. Not only had he just aided him in getting rid of a bobcat, but he had quite the character and personality... one, he hoped, that would lend itself to the pups' whims. "Ah, I wouldn't say you wasted your good years," Borden smiled, nothing on his face bathetic or masked by a white lie. "You've still got that fight in ya that's for sure, and I'm glad you came when you did." He strode through some underbrush then glanced over his shoulder with a heartened grin, "We'll take the shorter route around, I think, should be near the creek in a matter of minutes. What d'ya say?"