Calanon nodded, glancing back to her to make sure Rayadell was comfortable. He smiled, and a light danced in his eyes at the excitement and promise of a new journey being embarked, and a hope for the lift of his curse. His smile turned into a grin of reassurance and comraderie, and the next moment he kicked Brogach into a sudden bound, before the Elk galloped down the mountain with surprising speed. He seemed to be just as fast as a swift horse, and his bounds were not too uncomfortable and far more graceful than one would expect. 

The trip was swift, and Calanon gazed forward with a focused and a determined look upon his face, wind whipping through his thick hair as Brogach continued to make good time across the plains. What would have otherwise taken two days upon foot was overtaken in less time than a day, the morning turning into early afternoon. Calanon ate a bit of his jerky upon the ride, and continued onward until they made it to the mountain pass by nightfall, just to the east of it near a forested dale that hugged the mountain range. 

Brogach easily maneuvered into the light wood, making his way near a few large rock formations amidst the trees that were at the very foot of the steep mountain slope. Calanon hopped off, and breathed in the free air of the forest. They would need to start a fire.