Calanon strode up the hill in silence as well. He had been friendly and perhaps a bit more outgoing than Rayadell so far, but he was often used to traveling alone (with Brogach, of course) and was not one for idle chit chat. He simply walked, not even guiding his steed as they made it to the crest of the Hill and gazing far into the north with his Elven eyes. 

The wind picked up a bit, causing his hair and tunic to sway lightly, and it felt good on his skin and with his senses, bringing forth smells and sounds from very far away in a natural mixture Calanon quite enjoyed. It was quite soothing, and it helped him realize that all of nature was wondrous to feel, smell, and gaze upon, not just that of the forest. 

"Hmm?" he replied, turning to Rayadell. He had not expected that question. In truth, he had not had Brogach ride with two people for years, but he never complained with Calanon and his equipment. He doubted it would hinder the great Elk much more than he was already used to. Rayadell seemed lithe and slight of build as well. 

"I don't think it would very much slow him down." he said, giving a light, polite smile. "Only one way to find out, though."[@Siaya Dragalorn]