Though Elias hadn't heard the pups words he would have probably agreed with the sentiment. The past few weeks had been awfully tough on him, his tattered body had taken even more of a beating and his spirits had dipped so low he thought he'd be miserable forever. Things were better, sort of. Once again he found himself limping on familiar-ish turf. He couldn't remember the heights, it was all a blurry haze with the rare and occasional crystal clear snapshot, but he still liked this place. He enjoyed the cold crisp air, the wonderful view and maybe, just maybe the sense of nostalgia that came with it.

Elias soon found himself in the company of a stranger, a tawny blue eyed girl. For a moment he wondered if he'd known her once, but he quickly brushed the thought aside as he limped closer and took in the sight of her moody form.

"Are you okay?" He found himself asking. She looked around about the same age as- his brows smushed together. For the life of him he couldn't remember if there was a pack up here, but for some reason he wanted to say yes there was. It would certainly explain the pup.