Ocean's Breath Plateau the impious soul screams

so, the other man had picked up rather swiftly on the concept of using only yes or no questions. anti would not have demanded it; he knew only that it was the most logical way to communicate back and forth with one who was capable of using their tongue for more than just to clean their jowls. the volgra squinted up at the beast who stood over him. the stranger had more than just height against the thin frame of the jullundhar-native. ganon was much wider than anti was; he packed a good deal of muscle beneath his massive frame. still, the wiry creature of the sand did not shy away from this kind of companionship. he was not fearful of anything larger than he; he was a volgra, and it was his duty to face all adversity with a confident gleam in his foggy gaze.
 
’are you from around here?’ the question fell from the other’s lips. anti shook his head to answer, ’no.’ then, he turned his tapered muzzle toward the distant sun. out there – that was where he was from. the land of vast desert and scorching sands. all of what he had found in the teekon wilds was foreign to him. though he missed the dry heat and blistering summer days, he could not find an immediate fault in the chillier setting. so long as anu was there, anti would be too.