Blackfeather Woods Breathing in the chemicals

Lead the other he did, on his own seemingly random trail. Occasionally things would catch his interest, and his head would swing around to stare, but then he would continue on, gait an ambling waddle. Suddenly he stopped, not looking to the other, but to a tiny insect that had garnered his attention. He was suddenly aware of the other behind him, and he turned, staring at the other in confusion. Why was he here? He mumbled something incoherent, watching the other with huge eyes.