That she was worried it may be the same in other places caused his nose to wrinkle in distaste. Even Torbine, with its massive expanses, hadn't seemed restrictive to the yearling despite their more lawful leaning tendencies. That someone might think to set their children up for failure by denying them the realities of existence... well, he supposed even Cyril was a lot softer than he and his sister had been at that age, by now they would have been half-way to Willow Ridge and had already encountered strange wolves and stranger landscapes.
To his surprise, she decided to play along with him, regaling tales of bone piled alters soaked in blood. When her voice lowered to a whisper he took the opportunity to lean in closer, struggling to contain his smirk as she declared that she was to be a sacrifice before she ran away. He surprised himself with how serious his voice managed to sound, though he couldn't keep the mirth from dancing within his eye, "Do you think they're still after you now?" He feigned a glance over the shoulder that rested between them as though he was checking for hidden foes in the failing light. "There's a forest of bones at the bottom of the mountain, they might just think it good enough if they catch you here..." He paused for a moment, wondering if he dared... of course he did, and he continued with a playful smirk. "Be far safer t' come north with me?" It was an invitation. She was growing on him.