Phoenix Maplewood akudama

He was lost, well and truly. Even if he'd been able to tell where he was, the universe had decided that now was certainly not the time, the skies opening up to dump water down onto these lands. Callan was sure he would have drowned even if he'd been a fish.

Luckily enough, there was a cluster of trees the bluesteel was able to dart into to take some sort of cover, huffing as he shook out his coat. Fur stook up every which way after that, of course, but he was at least somewhat better off than before. He wasn't being soaked through to the bone, at the very least.

Ears pricked at the sound of a voice, not at all far from him by the sounds of it, rooting him to the spot. Should he run? Should he stay right here, in this exact spot? Or should he press forward and discover who it was in this forest with him? Hackles prickled as indecisiveness frayed his nerves, wore at his mind as a dog would scratch at a door.

Don' be 'n idiot. Go 'n find out where you are. Another huff, this time at himself, mentally kicking his brain into gear. His paws felt weighed down with lead as he forced himself to walk in the direction of the voice, ears slicked back against his skull as he went to discover who else was hiding out from the storm in the forest with him.