you fight & that's alright

For a moment he considered her reply, head tilting slightly so his right antler was higher than the other. Maybe she was right, although he didn't fully understand the expression or it's origins, he had nothing better to offer. "Some sayings are based in truth. You never know," the bull mused.

The small woman seemed to relax over time, more as he continued to prove non-threatening. That was good, he preferred to be a friend over anything else if he could help it. The bull's expression lightened further as the wolf introduced herself and accepted his offer. Splendid! "I hope this island proves interesting," he said as he turned his large body, setting off alongside his new small companion to begin their little adventure. Exploring was probably much easier for him than some other creatures; whenever he encountered thick foliage he could usually just crash on through like it wasn't even there if he felt so inclined. That, and having those long, powerful limbs meant he could cover ground fairly quickly. Remembering this had him checking that he measured his stride as he moseyed along with the dark little woman.

As he plodded along Atlas scanned ahead over the shorter saplings to see what would lie ahead of them. It was a lovely new-growth forest, that much was apparent right away upon entering the island. What was more intriguing was the scent of fresh water that hit his large nostrils after they'd walked for a short while. Atlas paused, ears swiveling this way and that as he scented the air. Glancing down to Selene, he asked, "Do you often find yourself exploring?" He was mildly curious if she belonged to the pack from nearby, since he wasn't well-versed in picking out the scents of wolves affiliated with groups. Resuming his walking, the white-patched moose veered in the direction of the water smell, curious where it might lead them.