"Thank you," he hummed. Flexing his toes, Reade could not help but grin. He felt like tossing his head back and yelling at the sky, not in curse but in celebration. Certainly Clouse of all souls would not judge him for that! It was his own sense of propriety that just managed to keep him from doing so. He could thank the stars later, properly.
The two stood for another beat, and Reade wondered for a moment if it was time for farewells. But then Close kept on with the small talk and Reade gave another smile, a roll of his shoulders. He was here, he could afford to stop and chat. To make connections, even. After so long travelling, it felt new and strange to stand still even momentarily. Strange, but good.
"Our elders spoke of good hunting and varied terrain with room for many packs, though the mountain and those who lived there always seemed rather infamous. I'm still eager to explore it," he answered. Back home, they were close-knit, but there was not always enough freedom for all to truly thrive. Not that Reade was exactly thriving on his own but, he was here now. "Are you from here yourself?" he inquired, curious to know more of this Clouse.