Wapun Meadow Waking Up to the Unknown

Malik's cheeks lifted with a dazzling smile at seeing the other follow him, the grass shifting beneath them as he lead the way. The trees towered over them as they were swallowed by the forest, the brush of the wind against the branches and leaves offering a calming ambiance in between the brief moments of silence where the two weren't talking.

Malik perked up when he learned that Cross didn't seem to know of his origins either, relief filling him knowing that he wasn't alone in this situation. "Really? That's so weird," Malik mused, then blinked owlishly at himself. "I - I didn't mean that in a rude way, just - this is weird, y'know?"

Debris on the forest floor poked and prodded at the pads of their paws as they traversed deeper into the maw of the forest, swallowed by the sounds of chirping birds, and the faint bubbling of water that immediately redirected their path. "Maybe it's divine intervention." Malik joked, a bit lost in thought as he autonomously lead Cross down a gentle slope towards a small creek.