His new companion is busy and businesslike, Galahad notices, because no sooner are they seated again than is Merek making idle preparations for a hunt. It's a change of pace from Galahad's own more ambling and vision-driven travels on his own, and he reasons that he should be thankful for the other man's efforts, somewhat against the grain of his own comparatively more sedate style of keeping camp as they are-- grateful for them, and also that they're directed in service of their camp, rather than in trying to entreat (or drag...) him home against his will.

"The men and women of the Chapel have no claim on the wildlife of this area, as far as I was able to glean from the congregation's principle father." The young knight leans his cheek into a hand, the other falling to trace idle circles in the loose dirt before him as he speaks. "But we may want to tread carefully, all the same. I could not name it myself, but beyond the Well's holy grove, there is an odd... feeling to this wood and the life in it."