He nodded pleasantly. Roaming, just roaming. That was exactly what they seemed to always do. With no real direction to go in, no particular pressing goals nagging at the back of their minds, roaming was an appropriate thing for them to be doing. But there was that nagging sensation at the back of his mind, only urged out into the open when Amélie had asked him if he didn't want a pack to live with.

"A pack is exactly why I've been roaming. With winter coming along, I know better than to spend it out in the open. I did that last winter and I barely scraped by." But he hadn't yet found that Great Something. "But as to whether or not it's a permanent home, who's to say? I haven't found the right place yet, whether to try my luck and earn a place or to claim... if I decided to be ambitious," he said with a fixed smile. His father had been one of those ambitious types and Damascus had a brother who was the same way, but he wasn't so sure he was cut entirely from that cloth. It was a lot of responsibility.

Plus, he had taken to liking the wandering so far. "Of course, if there's no water around here, then there probably won't be any packs either. At least if there are any, they're probably thinking of leaving themselves for greener pastures." Damascus knew he would be doing the same too in a matter of time, if things did not improve. The land would fail without one of its key elements, and a failing land would turn into a wasteland they would all avoid. It would be such a shame for a place so exquisite and antediluvian in nature.