Turtle Island [NaWOWriMo] Of Metal and Magic

Nynka's ear twitched once, doubtfully, as she tried to wrap her little mind around what this wolf was saying. Climb up... on here back? What a strange and ludicrous suggestion! And yet... and yet it just might work. If the square of light (what was it with these aliens and their freaky squares everywhere anyway? It was such an unnatural shape) would be as illuminating as Wraen suspected, too, that is. Ordinarily Nynka wouldn't trust any other living creature enough to deliberately place herself so completely dependent on them and their motions, not if she could help it, but these weren't ordinary circumstances and really, in her mind Wraen wasn't any ordinary wolf anyway. So after a moment Nynka gave a sharp little nod before slingshotting herself up and over as best she could, her claws scrambling for purchase in Wraen's thick fur before skittering her up to her target spot between Wraen's shoulderblades.

Right! Get ye on up, then, heyo silverpelt! she said as she placed her forepaws commandingly on the base of Wraen's skull. Nynka was already craning her nek impatiently upward toward the big square of light, though she couldn't help but dart a quick nervous glance behind her, toward the entry to the cave room they were in: what if one of the aliens saw, or heard? They'd best do this quickly and find a way out posthaste.