She looks at you unable to contain the excitement of being free of the constant threats of the underdark. "I swear." Deillia looks like a large Sheep or low covered wagon. She moves as quietly as she had before you notice no tracks from her. She doesn't talk munch but you catch her glancing at you as the two of you begin your travels to find some familiar land marks. So far, nothing.

The sun lets you know its mid day and the rolling plains and various trees offer no clue until you hear the roar of the waves. The coast lies before you and beyond is the ocean. You covered you face with your paw. the area cant be that far but it was. You were on the far side of the tribal lands the choices were now west along the coast skirting the mountains and the dwarves. Or cut south between the human lands and use the night to hide your travel. It would cut the trip time in half but so close to the humans would certainly lead to possible discovery.