He giggled as Wylan agreed on the next adventure. "I'd love to meet more of your family. And just see the sights - with my best friend!" Front paws tapped in sequence on the plush bedding, mind already starting to plan the outing. They should probably wait until the weather got better - winter would be soon, so probably spring. Oh, he loved spring - new growth everywhere and plenty of prey. That would also give him time to become more comfortable in the Armada, and even get equipped with the necessary tools - something to write with, something to write on, and something to carry it all.
When Wylan said he doesn't spend much time outside of the Armada, Seneca offered up a shrug. "That's okay, Wyl - makes sense. Why bother when your home is so big?" He laughed quietly, quickly coming up with another topic of discussion. "What's your favorite thing to hunt, then?"