Though Anthem was not at all bright, he was a man of instinct, which typically kept him from getting in much trouble. Generally, he was able to tell when a creature had bad intentions or not, though he wasn't the best judge of overall character. But this Lekan seemed more pleasant than many wolves he had met recently, and he found himself shuffling a bit closer to him as they watched the darkening clouds overhead.
"Long walk," he explained the distance as best as he could. "Maybe home by night." And it seemed the storm would hit much sooner than that. Anthem shuffled his weight from one paw to the other, watching as Lekan gazed about. He suggested they find shelter, and the man with the creamy hued pelt nodded readily. "Let's go!" he exclaimed with a smile, ready to follow, something he always did well.
