Brogach tilted his great horned head, looking unsure of Rayadell and gazing at her to gauge on whether or not she was any sort of threat. "Brogach." Calanon intoned, guiding his steed's gaze to meet his own. "This is Rayadell. She's to be traveling with us." He smiled to his mount, and Brogach snorted. Calanon knew the different snorts Brogach would give, and this one meant he was fine with it for now. 

Calanon laughed, just glad to be with Brogach again, and gave the Elk a pat on its snout. He turned to nod at Rayadell, giving a small bow and then setting off on their road. They turned westward down the road that had led to the couple's home, passing by sparse trees and going back the way they had come before turning northwards at the fork, heading up a green rise. The sun was shining and the cool air of the morning was heating up a tad as they trudged upwards. 

The town now behind them, they had made it to the top of the rolling hill, now able to see their path before them more clearly. The mountains in the distance looked beautiful, with snow capped peaks and bases that looked carved from granite by some giant of myth. To the left of their view was a pass within the mountains that opened up, leading to the more frigid cold of the land beyond. Before them was a plain, with a few copses of trees and large rocks dotting the landscape. It was hard to tell the distance, but walking it would be perhaps a day before they made it there, unless they hurried.