The inky lining of Galen's lips shifted to form a cheeky grin upon his success of impressing; or so he hoped, miss Adora with his tale of going beyond the pack's borders. Without hesitation, the girl blurted out in excitement her desire to be shown just exactly where his paws have traveled. At this, the inky boy could feel a warmth begin to creep into his cheeks in an acute case of embarrassment. How was he supposed to show her exactly?
For one, he hadn't planned on getting lost back then let alone remember how he got there. Secondly, Galen couldn't imagine the heap of trouble he'd be in from the adults if he wandered that far away again and with someone else in tow at that. The thought alone sent a shiver up his spine causing him to shake.
"Er, it's probably not the best idea to show you right now." He confessed, his once-held pride in doing something spectacular in her eyes deflated. "The adults would get really mad at me for going that far again." Then his curiosity was sparked hearing her mention her old home. Where did she live before if she was living with them here now? "Where did you live? There's a high-up place we can go. Maybe you can point it out from there!" Tucked up the side of the mountain was a place his older sister had claimed to serve as a memorial for their late father and others to be laid to rest for the pack. Could she see her old home from there?