The western fringes of Asteraia had always been a pleasant part of the territory; the woodlands peppered out into small patches of low shrubs and the occasional patch of young pines before it became nothing but grass and leaf litter. The grass had already began to grow tall from the winter thaw, interspaced with yet-to-bloom buds of wildflowers and wheatgrasses. Of course, those things were hardly of concern to Kweku who viewed them as merely facts rather than, well, beautiful or lovely. He merely noted them, thinking of how soon the rabbits might start taking their young out to chew on the saplings but he still made an effort to take Takita to them, aware that some did quite enjoy the spectacle of it all. He wasn't sure if she was the type but he'd often found that the more...uncertain and timid kind were more fascinated by such things. She didn't seem like a wolf who would want to be taken immediately to the pack food caches or to one of the old bone piles that had yet to be completely taken away by coyotes or otherwise.
So he took his time, leading her through the fringes of the territory before they finally came to what could have been seen as the 'official' border. There, the grasses parted to reveal worn-in tracks where the patrols often took place, but Kweku did his best to avoid those too. In fact, it was unusual for him to be on such high alert, his head high and ears erect as he scanned the territory to ensure nobody had come to greet him. For what it was worth, his rank afforded him privacy for the most part. It was only when he was sure he had that privacy that he permitted himself to relax into a more casual pace, loping towards Takita before he circled her once and lead her onwards into the territory's interior.
"It is large, this place. From here to the ocean, and north to the tundra." He stated such a fact with a stout nod as he lead her onwards, though he was not entirely sure where to take her first. His first thought was to simply take her to his den but he thought better of it, knowing well that it was likely at least one of his children would be lingering about. And so, he had started to track north, leading her along the western area so that he might subtly locate a suitable den-site for her. It'd be away from the main pack, at least at first, but he watched her closely to see if any part of her indicated an interest in a particular place or direction. "There's a lot of good prey. Even winter is easy here." Though it wasn't entirely true for some winters had been downright a struggle but...well, she didn't need to know that. He'd work it out before winter came again. In the meantime, he was even more watchful - had the mention of food made her hungry? Would she look hungry if it had? He watched so he might know, and if she even so much as hinted at it...he'd be off in a second to find it.