Broken Boulder living a little

Not having a mother to tell him how to behave had certainly made him a little more rambunctious than others and he didn't quite have the manner or understanding to fight. He did, however, have the loyalty and the friendliness to draw a bridge between two worlds. He was cautious at times but he mostly enjoyed just knowing someone else. Roscoe believed that he could know each individual simply by looking them in the eyes or even watching their head. Heloise, as it were, always seemed to have her head on just right and while she wasn't exuberant by any means (certainly not like him) she had pulled her bravery out when she hadn't been asked. She had stepped into danger to help him when Roscoe surely would have run. 

The young boy certainly had not thought about the water having traveled down into the tunnels, he was glad he hadn't thought of going in there. Instead, he just made himself cozy under the rock formation and happily watched the storm unfold. Until she asked a question, that is. Okay. Wandering... a lot. Trying to avoid that... to avoid trouble. He seemed to find it or they found him - was he an easy target? Probably, but he wasn't quite ready to come to that conclusion. If it weren't raining he might've pointed out that she smelled a little different than she had before but his nose wasn't all that strong in the rain.