Sun Mote Copse This place rings with echoes

Hoppin' past Seq just to keep this goin!

Another wolf appeared - presumably the one they were waiting for, and they seemed concerned. Yellowbelly felt distracted; he couldn't quite focus on the newcomer until a few moments after they'd asked after him, and even then he'd left a growing gap of disquiet that Sequoia could've filled — but then he launched in to his slurred, jumbled, super-confusing explanation: I think I hit my head? I dunno; I can't remember — but um, I'm not from here. I don't... I don't know where I'm from. Can you help me?

He frowned, watching both of them expectantly but also dubiously; there was no way for Larus to know if this was the right play. He needed to rest at the very least, even if it meant they'd guard him here in the grass and then chase him off right after.