in a different place

If he didn't move so freely over the lands, he was certain he would feel a dozen years older by now - though he was sure he had quite a few left in him. The ache in his limbs was a pleasant feeling, a reminder of his mortality and more reason to keep on going. He'd met such a wide array of creatures lately, too. They seemed to consistently be friendly and he was pleased in the companionship he'd found, however fleeting their relationships might be. This girl seemed eager also, mimicking his smile, and he found himself laughing again.

Life was a lovely thing, so why not laugh as much as possible?

"The mountains breed the strongest of wolves,"  he explained certainly, assessing her again. The wolves born in the more southern lands were softer, both physically and mentally, it seemed to him. "And here, I find myself feeling more alive than ever." Wondering if she shared the same sentiment, he regarded her for a moment. Rather than sitting down like she had, he'd move to the side, finding a few loose boulders and leaping to the top of them with a fluid movement.

She didn't sound as though she didn't believe him, and he was pleased with that. His expression softened as he looked beyond them to the horizon again. "I can only hope,"  he mused thoughtfully, shrugging his shoulders. However they'd come to be, he had learned to embrace them - they weren't entirely useful, but they were certainly unique. He'd never really tried using them to fight or hunt, though they likely looked more dangerous than they actually were. "Is this as far a you've gone up?" he'd ask suddenly, curious if she dared venture higher or if she was content where they stood now.