While Iðunn had no need for a travelling companion, Larke made an excellent point. Hunting, while not a particularly difficult thing of life now it was older, was made much easier with a second wolf who knew what they were doing. Still, it wasn't sure how much use Larke would be, however, considering his small size, similar age to itself, and lack of substantial scars over his body.

It raked it's eyes over the other wolf's body, harsh and considering. Iðunn had never made an agreement with anyone, but it supposed it might turn out in its favour. If it didn't benefit him anymore, he could always break it off. Promises were only words, after all. It had never been the suspicious sort, nor one to regret an action that had not left it injured, or worse off.

Larke's prickly exterior should be unappealing, but the more Iðunn thought about it, the less irritating he seemed. Grumpy wolves often didn't speak much, and neither did it. It supposed he could have some sort of ulterior motive, but it was not afraid. Either way, it would see, and make the final decision in the future. It was a creature of habit, but perhaps a change would be interesting, if nothing more.

You are right. It said, tilting it's pale head slightly. But, I not know if you good. That wasn't quite what he meant to say, but he didn't have the words to explain himself better. Huffing, frustrated, it continued after a pause. Come if you want, I make up mind after. A fair warning was fair, it supposed.

Shaking out its pelt once more, it turned towards the waterfall, quickly deciding to scale it somehow so it might get a better look at its surroundings. Trees were a simple pleasure, but they often obscured the way to a better biome for the frosty wolf. It made no attempt to communicate its reasoning to Larke, too irritated for another attempt at English.