As Scully motioned with his head, Moore got to his paws, his grin widening at the “good-looking” compliment. Patiently, the larger wolf listened as the soot-furred man listed off different spots to tour. A slight snicker escaped between his teeth at the mention of monthly sacrifices. At least Scully was funny.
“Well, let’s save the best for last, and y’can show me the sacrificial pit then, good-lookin’,” He added with a wink of his own, the grin starting to make the muscles around his face ache. “In case y’cast me into it, I’d like t’see everything else first. What about the riverbank, and we go from there?” Moore suggested, beige brows raised. Truthfully, he’d be happy to see whatever of the area the man would show him, the suggestion merely made as to give some form of direction.
He decided that he wouldn’t ask about joining the group quite yet; he’d have to bring the group up with @Hagar later on and find out more about it himself before making any significant decision. They could only survive on rodents for so long, a group of 4 or more could do so much more and find actual food, and the sense of security would surpass what they had now.
“And maybe along the way, y’can tell me about that cursed Old God…”