Footstep after footstep was just another one to add to the many others of his past. He was neither tired or annoyed with having to shuffle his feet to get to their destinations. Raizo was trained to not be bothered such thoughts. His own selfishness stolen away from him at a young age. The silence dissolved by her question, he turned his dark gaze to the one at his side, "Wolves aren't made to be domesticated. They stay in the wild." The only place that understood them. Not he felt ill at ease with the girl traveling with him. She didn't seem to have judged him at any point, her own past a possible reason for that. At least what glimpse of her past he was told. "I always find some place," he assures her, a plan not yet developed yet. He didn't know this place enough to make those decisions. Most likely once she was safe in the Manor, he'd wander. A past time he had come quite good at.