Beru suppressed a chuckle at her comment. He'd gladly lead the way if he could, but the yearling only had an approximate description of the final destination. He could follow the scent south and keep an eye on the mountain, but the yearling held on to hope that if Kite was navigating them she'd remember a shortcut or two that didn't infringe upon Armada territory. Plus, this was comfortable and familiar to him. Usually he followed Wari around.
She took off in a light trot, and so he followed. Walpurgis swooped down from wherever he'd gone off to last time the male snapped at him and landed comfortably upon Beru's back, the usual spot where the crystals didn't grow. "So, how many littermates do you have?" She said she had a lot of family, but they never really got into exact numbers. "Oh, and what's your favorite color?" ”Speech”’Thought’