His tail wagged at the praise Cheedo gave to the monadnock. Cyril was pleased to hear that the blue-eyed agouti felt at home in the lowlands, even if it was not her birthplace. He understood that not all wolves remained in the places they were born but the little Kael could not imagine living anywhere else. The monadnock was the perfect vantage point; he could see most of the north from atop the giant rock. He shuddered at the thought of living beneath the expanse of trees to the east or among the tall stalks of gold rye in the south. It did not compare to the smooth stone of the monadnock. Nothing would.
The soft pads on the bottom of his feet had begun to grow sore during their travel south but he did not mind. It was part of exploring and it only made him even more excited. “Y’live in lots of places before ‘ere?” He asked, his words dripping with youthful innocence as he cast the agouti a curious glance out of the corner of his eye. There was still a lot he did not know about his adventure partner, but he did not want to pry too much. If she did not want to share he would be a little disappointed but he would not protest. It was none of his business… he was just trying to make it his business.