Blackfoot Forest Fehu

Trees and rocks, and rocks, and more trees, and a bigger tree, and then — something moving. A flash in his vision that he followed with surprising alacrity; they were moving straight for him and he didn't have time to feel nervous or interested, the stranger was just there, and greeting him. Had they always been there? How long had they been having this conversation...?

The wolf shook his head sharply, as if that would clear his confusion from his mind, and watched the stranger. When he opened his mouth nothing came out - like he'd become tongue tied, but more than likely the words he'd initially wanted to speak aloud were on the tip of his tongue, forgotten. The wolf slipped their tongue across their snout, cleared their throat, and refocused.

— — When had this stranger gotten here? Where was here? No, no, stay focused, don't forget —

Have we met b'fore? The man roughly questioned. When was the last time he spoke? His throat was sore, raw and thirsty --- the wolf blinked an empty expression at the stranger and wished he could remember.