Deepwood Weald are you still there inside my chest?

Marruz narrowed his eyes. The wife of one. 

He nodded, returning his left paw to the chilled earth beneath. "I am a Melonii. Or so my name entails." He released the huff of carbon he had been storing and rationing, allowing the spectrous chemicals to spiral into the air and officially indicate his position. Indigo eye followed the wispy expellment. "But from what I recall, we never sequestered ourselves in any Weald..."