Inner Peace?

As interesting as Aerndis was, in regards to company, the redwoods were just as interesting in their own right. Their barks were tinged with a faint red hue, visible now that the trees' bases were no longer caked in a light layer of snow, which was often common year-round this far north. His own attention snapped to the squirrel as it appeared in his vision, racing up a nearby tree, before he turned back to Aerndis and raised a brow. "What's a Legion? Some pack?" Packs, packs, packs. Did everything in the world have to revolve around packs? Apparently. Not that he could really talk, given his current situation...

He tried to push those thoughts away for now, even if temporarily, lest the darkness taint the sudden good mood that had struck him this afternoon. "Unfortunately, I have. Winterfell. Just east of here." His brash tone made it clear he wasn't entirely happy about it, but likewise didn't exactly feel like elaborating. What more was to be said, really? The situation he was in was far from ideal but it'd been of his own making, and he was trying to come to terms with that. It wouldn't be much longer now before he'd be gone, if everything went according to plan. "Won't be there, forever. I'm not exactly the... settling-down type," he added conversationally, shooting her a faint grin, trying to bring his mood back up. Drifting toward thoughts of Winterfell and his indentured servitude wouldn't do him any favors.

Enough of that conversation. "So what's it you're doing? Marking your path in case you get lost?" The thought was an amusing one, as if a wolf could get lost up here, and he let out a lighthearted chuckle as he twisted back to the tree, scrutinizing her faint carvings in the bark with interest. It was a decent enough tactic, but he wondered if he could help? He grunted as he carefully moved to scrape one of his tusks where she'd been carving, but to no avail.