Given time to sleep on it, he realizes that as much as he wants to get revenge on his father and let Mick burn down the home that wasn't theirs, he also doesn't want to kill his Father. He wants to hurt him, but at the same time he'd rather just run as far away from him as possible and never see him again.

Whether that would happen was yet to be determined and if it came down to it he wouldn't stop Mick.

He rises, stretching his back as he gets out of the stall to join the half-dragon by the fire. He'll take a bit of deer off the fire to blow on it before he starts digging in. Long incisors definitely help to cut through the meat and tear strips off to enjoy.

"I doubt he'll find this place, but we probably shouldn't stay too long." He looks to Mick. "It's between towns, so we can go to another one to get supplies."

He thumbs over his shoulder. "Sea is that way, we're far enough away from civilization that if you want to stretch your wings you can."

His long tail is curled around his boots, tip flicking back and forth idly.