For The Good Of The Mission I Will Go!

Lynvarr slowed his pace and glanced back as she mentioned she was looking for a place to start a pack or band. "Wow, that's ambitious. Are you checking out all possibilities or looking at islands in particular?" Not that he had much advice to offer. This was the first island he'd gotten up the courage to go out and explore though he knew of the existence of others thanks to his conversations with other explorers.

"Nice to meet you Sparrow. I'm new to Boreas. I can't say I'm familiar with either of those families." He supposed if they were a big deal here he ought to commit the names to memory. "Explorer on good days, death wish on bad ones," he chuckled.

Lynvarr eyed the path down. It was a steep climb up and it was going to be a steep climb down but they'd gone this far. "Yea, I'd hate to have gone this far just to turn back around."

He worked his way slowly down the mountainous path and into the forest below. Mist clung to the ground and snaked its way around the trees. Most of what he saw were various pine trees. There seemed to be birds and squirrels but he had yet to see any signs of larger prey. The temperature inside the island seemed warmer but he had a feeling it was because the mountains blocked much of the wind.