The Tangle composer but never composed

His steps slow, featherlight with uncertainty, and he glances around uneasily with ears pinned back. I think we're lost, He says softly, gaze flitting over @Alaister briefly as dismay spreads across his features. He can't remember the last time he'd gotten lost. His heart starts to race at the thought, but he steadies himself, taking in a deep breath. Maybe... if we wait for night, we can follow the stars. I-I don't want to go back the way we came. His gaze lingers on his golden companion this time, imploring, though he's certain Alaister will understand. They both need as much distance between themselves and their birth home as they can manage.