Blackfoot Forest Wanderin'

Tvar blinked, his piercing blue eyes clouded for a moment as he looked around, his gaze drifting to the frost-covered branches and the mist that clung to the ground like a second skin. He let out a low, awkward chuckle, the sound more self-deprecating than amused.

“I'm not sure yet,” he admitted, his voice softer now, touched with something almost sheepish. His ears flicked back briefly before settling upright again. “Truth is... I don’t even know what I’m looking for. Or why.”

He paused, the faintest sigh escaping him as his gaze dropped to the snow for a fleeting second before meeting Cole’s again. “I can't remember anything,” he confessed, his tone quieter but steady. “Not where I came from. Not even my name—at least, not the one I’m supposed to have.”

The embarrassment lingered in the faint huff of laughter that followed, though his stance remained firm. “I must sound insane, wandering out here like this. But... here I am.”

There was no plea in his words, no desperation for understanding, only a quiet, raw honesty as Tvar’s gaze held Cole’s, his expression a mix of curiosity and caution. “And you? You seem like you’ve got a better grip on things than I do.”