It didn’t seem like the other man had much of a plan, after the time he intended to spend with the Backwater wolves. Which was something Jethro could understand and respect. Plans could be changed or broken, so going into it with an open mind and a goal was, maybe, for the best. Perhaps the fun for Chan was not knowing where he’d end up.
”West,” Jet mused, offering an approving nod.
”Sounds good. Maybe you’ll getta see the giant salty lake, or whatever, that’s.. supposed to be out there.” If that place was actually real, that alone would be worth making the trip for. An expanse of briny-smelling water supposedly so vast that it swallowed the sun each night. It was one of the
few memories of tales he had of home, that still intrigued.
”Know ya got family and friends. But, if you ever need somethin’ while you’re out, and.. don’t want to trouble ‘em, I’m here, too. Doesn’t matter what it is.” That was maybe the last thing the dark one really wanted to express to his elder packmate. Just in case. If Jet could help, he would.
Then, though, something else came to mind, and the dark one flashed his companion an apologetic grin.
”I guess I do have one more request, for ya, though - if I may?”