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It was fairly easy for the man to navigate the south. Due to the numerous amount of panels inhabiting the region there weren’t many lands left to explore. The Orchard was popular due to the promise of nature and it was so close to water it became a great place for traveling Wolves alike. Though, hopefully the water he spoke of was not frozen over for that would call for a rather annoying situation. He was rather enveloped in this woman’s healing and was riddled with anticipation for the sun screen. Perhaps if it works he could get some for Recluse as well, who was his albino daughter.

Leaf after leaf his back became bare. After a few moments of proper inspection it seemed he was in the clear. At this point the male had become use to the goopy mess on his skin but was still unaware of the Mohawk. Hannibal offered a grin in her direction before standing once again. One after one the phantom dramatically stretched his legs before looking down at the babe. “Follow me.” The male would set off towards the stream with lodersate strides so she could keep up. His legs needed a bit of movement after all that testing.

Finally he made it to the stream and to his pleasure it was flowing. Obviously it was still quite cold but it wasn’t frozen. So that was something. His pad falls stopped and his head turned to look for the bow adorned gal. “So, I don’t want to get completely soaked. I fear that would lead to many more health problems. Perhaps I could just wash off one of my legs and provide that as a clean slate for your new goop?”

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