The Sentinels a' caoineadh

PTERODACTYL NOISES?!

The scent of salt took him up northwest. He followed it up the flatlands for a good time. Lost track of time. Didn't care much about time, or the fact that things moved incredibly slow for him. Meanwhile, the rest of them could zip by in a fast life. And leave him out of it. 

One-tracked mind, navigating through the thicket of chatter and racing stories he didn't have time for. Maybe had too much time for. Keep moving. Just keep moving. The salt-scent came forward, and mindless, he went on. Too many trees. Too much going on. Kept walking. Kept pace. He was stopped short by a voice breaking through his ear, and he was sure his mind played tricks on him. Blossom? 

A whistle of trees, and a deja-vu hit him that had been from many moons ago. Bonnie stopped in place. "Not me." He could've sworn he'd seen him before. "Looking for someone?" Bonnie himself was insane then, as he flicked his ear to dismiss the rest of the noise to focus.