Wapun Meadow Waking Up to the Unknown

He was now standing an arm's width from the other male, close enough to see the vivid colors in his dual-colored eyes, of which his own eyes shifted between, as if he didn't know which to look at. He was mystified, and when the big white male stood to his full height, Malik was amazed by the sheer size of him - by his ancestors, he was enormous!

"Ooh," Malik vocalized instinctively as the other male - Cross, as he introduced himself - shifted onto his feet, not really knowing what else to say... He was just impressed. "That's a shame... I'm sorry to hear that."

He blinked his eyes up at Cross, the sun glinting off of that crisp white fur, brought back to the matter at hand by his next inquiry. Malik tilted his head, considering the question. "You know... I have no idea, I don't remember much beyond yesterday," he grinned up at him enthusiastically. "But I do know where to find water."

Eagerly, he began trotting back the way he came, backtracking to where he knew a stream might be. He glanced over his shoulder to see if the interesting stranger was following him and wagged his tail, as if beckoning for him to follow. "Right this way. There's definitely a river in this valley, but too murky for drinking. I think I heard a stream while I was in that forest right there, though."

He nodded in the direction of the trees from wence he emerged from, the breeze rustling the leaves and causing a peaceful white noise.