"We go where we're needed, whether Warden or Inquisition. Whatever the conditions, we'll adapt. At least we can explore together." Garahel huffs and leans into Inessa before bumping up against Kain and then pausing, expecting them to follow. "...if nothing else, this will give him quite the exercise. He might even forgo being a bottomless pit in favor of napping when we reach the camp."

As if to prove her point, the large mabari is a big, muscular streak as he darts along the rolling landscape, distracted by all sorts of scents and sights. As long as he doesn't raise the ire of wildlife or rift demons, though, she won't attempt to stop him. There are times when one has to choose their battles, and she's learned this long ago.