Chemdog boasts a big laugh from his chest, sweeping a small sidestep toward a narrow path through the brush. “I have been west,” his voice still gritty, but loose, and entwined with a chuckle. “I’ll meet you there, if you want to go by wing. Or if you would like to follow, I know the way pretty well.” he offers a neutral look, no smirk for the moment, his twisting and flipping with the sounds around them.
If Gale decides to follow Chemdog will lead him the quickest way. Picking his way westward, careful not to cross borders and stay between, stopping for water and grazing when needed. The big stallion is so used to travel that it is second nature to the former wandering rogue, knowing the best stops, the safest routes to move along.
He’s not sure how long the journey will be, he has not made the trip in quite a while. He does not rush, gorging himself on anything really fruitful he finds, and remembering it. If the Isle gets too hard up, soe stashes may come in handy later. Onward to the Resort, soon he will be able to smell the sea on the wind.
@[Gale] <3
@[Gale] <3
