It looked to Caspa as if this new pack was whipping Denver into shape; she hadn't noted his liking for recreational exercise previously. She never did much more than walk - her version of running was a stiff-legged trot that used barely any energy, but was as slow as a kneeless moose might theoretically be. She was still determined to get stronger, though, especially her limbs and jaw, and her head tilted very slightly at him as he panted, wondering how she could discover more about his new environment. Before she could say anything he got in first with his question, to which Caspa answered "No, I'm not on business. Just walking. It's said there are changes going on up this way. I imagine you know something about that." He was one himself, wasn't he? Changing scenery, moving home changing himself, for the better, it seemed. Good for him. Her eyes dripped disapproval, but then they always did.
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