To New Heights

Gossamir's reply hadn't been right out friendly, but it hadn't been an automatic rejection either. The brute would smirk slightly at her comment. He wasn't some overconfident idiot who would rush ahead and nearly break his neck rushing to keep up with her, but the brute saw his goal and set forth. He would step with paws carefully testing the ground, and yet moving at a reasonable pace. The brute would move with purpose, though the climb wasn't exactly going to be some simple stroll through a flower meadow.

As the tan brute got closer to the female he would speak again, keeping his wits about him so he didn't mis-step or anything. "So what is your opinion of Tortuga thus far, Gossamir?" He wanted to pick her brain. Get to know her on a more intellectual level. Besides... She could very well become his rival. They were around the same age after all. Emerald green eyes would shine with interest. Gossamir was different than Qanik, to be sure, though the other wolfess was still rather nice.