Keep Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

Resin was ready to go. He didn’t dwell long on his thoughts before the massive woman heaved into her work and the wagon was moving again. Once he was well he’d have to offer her a full buffalo in return for her work pulling him all across Boreas. He tried to keep his thoughts occupied with the different prey species he was going to hunt when he heard the older woman’s cracked voice. He looked back over his shoulder as inky ears turned towards her. She assured him that he had done the right thing, that Iolaire would one day forgive him.

Roan still wasn’t in the right mindset to smile, but her reassurance made him content at the least. For now he could relax in the cart, at least until the last batch of bark wore off. ”Thank you.” He returned back to her before resting his head on his paws once more. ”For everything.” Advice and more importantly for carting him around.