Wapun Meadow Waking Up to the Unknown

His frown was concerning - if no one had ever heard of his homeland, he must truly be far away from it, but there must be scores of other wolves in this place, there's bound to be one that's heard of it... Right? Besides, the white male knew just as little about this place as Malik did, so it's easy to assume that he might not know where Yellowstone would be.

"Yeah... I feel like that's easier said than done." Malik shifted on his paws and looked over Cross with curiosity. The more his companion spoke, the more interested he became in his backstory - Malik knew he had lead a fairly mundane life before all this, he wasn't interested in a fast-paced lifestyle, so hearing about beasts and old arch nemesis had his ears perked with intrigue.

"Whoa, when you say that it makes you sound like an assassin or something," He joked with a light chortle, but then paused, frowned and gave him a cautious sidelong glance that said "are you...?".