Salix was a tad jealous of the woman who seemed to
know where she was going. The man raises his lip slightly out of frustration at himself. "I've
not a clue where I'm to go" he says honestly. Salix rolls his shoulders in a shrug. "Not even
sure how many packs be 'round here." His head lolls before he groans "S'pose I best be careful,
ye know? Don't wan' go steppin' in the wrong areas." The wolf rises to his feet, bringing his front
paws forward. He dips downward, stretching lazily. It was time he should be walking again. He
didn't want to keep the lady; she had somewhere to be whilst he didn't. Meanwhile his mind
begins to whir as he tries to choose a direction to walk. After a few minutes, he chooses to go
back North. Where he had entered the Lore, the land seemed a bit flat- his favorite.
"Listen, Nauja" he woofs, eyes falling upon the woman. Her strong scent still stung his nose-
he wouldn't mind getting away from that horrendous odor. "I'm not gonna keep ye. I bes'
be going. Think I'ma head North." He walks in place for a moment to stretch his legs
out in preparation for his travels. "Perhaps we'll see each other again." He offers a friendly
grin.