The storm that kept him hiding inside the tavern had long since passed, by a day or two in fact. Or maybe a few days, he wasn't actually all that sure. But one thing was for certain, and that was the kid had to follow up with what he set out to do before getting rained in. He had to find where his mom had gone.

Danny had taken his sweet time making it out towards the same beach he'd bolted down, finding it much prettier and less threatening when the waves weren't dark and rolling like something was thrashing beneath, and the sun warmed sands were a definitely improvement from the solid, cold and wet sand from before. He got distracted by more than one thing for sure, between sea shells with dazzling colors to tiny little crabs that ran away from his steps. He knew better than to go sticking his face near something that had little pinchers, so he didn't, but they were still funny to look at, a tiny one in particular earning a childish giggle out of him. Even the ocean caught his attention, gently reaching out one dark paw to splash at the shallow water lapping the shore, leaving behind sea foam to shake off. One cautious step became two, then a bouncy little baby splashing about in the surf, breaking apart little shallow waves before they could lie against the shoreline.

Danny let out a little puppy howl, waiting if a reply would be received. Nothing hit his ears, and he tried again a little louder. Still nothing.

He'd been ready to try a third time, third time's the charm after all, when someone else's voice stopped him. The wolf pup turned his head, eyes laying on not one but two other people, one of which he remembered seeing when he showed up so abruptly. The abundance of sunlight made for a much better time to socialize, and while the initial fear was no longer there, he still shifted his weight shyly at being both heard and having to respond. "I haven't been here long. M'name's Danny." He didn't think he needed to explain that he sorta...broke in. The world's least intimidating intruder, although stowaway might fit better considering the general aesthetic of the place. He offered her a small smile in greeting, trying to be as polite as his awkward demeanor would allow. He tilted his head, enamored by the light colors of her fur, thinking he had seen something that looked enough like her. He paced around for a moment, before nosing a nearby conch shell forward towards the girl. It had seen better days, a little cracked and smoothed out by the constant tide, but the point was the swirls of cream and white looked enough like the beta, at least to him. "You look like the shell!"

As the question of his howling came up, Danny looked over his shoulder down the shoreline. "Can't find mama, don't wanna go too far alone. Seeing if she can hear me." He stepped on a tiny wave that passed over his legs, splashing a little bit of the resulting foam onto his chest. Keona and Vayne must have both been over here because of him, right? His ears lowered in remorse. "Was I too loud?"

｢ BUT NOW THESE DAYS ARE GONE, I'M NOT SO SELF ASSURED ｣

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The sound of a howl echoing out through the air caused Roan to frown, the soothsayer already heading towards his satchel. Even if the call of the young canine didn't necessarily sound pained, Roan had learned a long time ago not to take chances. So, once he had thrown his satchel full of herbs over his waist, the siamese turned and headed out of the temple, his wings spreading. He had been trying not to fly too much lately, given the fact that his pregnancy was starting to show quite a bit, and he felt significantly heavier. However, this could've been a serious incident, and the medic didn't want to make it wait just because he couldn't fly. As a result, it wasn't long before Roan landed nearby, his dark paws sinking into the sand as he surveyed the situation at hand. Thankfully, it didn't seem as though he had really needed to rush, considering Danny didn't have any obvious signs of an injury.

As a result of this, the soothsayer took his time making it the rest of the way over, eventually coming to sit near Keona. Ears perked, the feline caught the last bits of what Danny had to say about his mother, as well as Harland's words. With a soft hum leaving him, Roan questioned in a neutral, but caring voice, "When's the last time you saw your mom, kid? Do you have any idea where the two of you got separated?" They didn't exactly have a lot to go on regarding Danny's past, at least as far as the medic knew. Perhaps if the little one could tell them just a little bit about how he and his mother got separated... then they could help out and reunite the pair. Danny was obviously welcome to remain within The Typhoon if he needed to, but Roan was sure he'd be happier to be back with his mom. The soothsayer certainly would've missed his mama terribly if he and Roxanne suddenly got separated.[/td][/tr][/table]

Vayne's squeaky response to the shell gift was more than positive, causing the kid to wag his tail excitedly. He thought he did pretty well with the choice, and she seemed to like it. He liked Vayne immediately, she seemed nice. He'd been worried there for a moment, thinking too late that maybe he would come off as strange right away, he didn't know. Thankfully that was not the case, and any doubts or worries ebbed away.

Everyone seemed to have the same question on their mind, right after reassuring him that he wasn't too loud, but at the same time right that he had to have been howling for a reason. And he was, indeed. Danny looked up at Harland first, blinking once then nodding with a tiny smile. Even if in reality, the chance was slim, maybe even slim to none, he didn't know that. He didn't have to know that. If reality caught up with him, he could face it later.

Danny frowned slightly, trying to remember. Where had he and his mom gotten separated. She wasn't there on the beach, he would have known. He thought he had even heard her behind him before he ran with the coast. Where was he before then? It was all such a blur, but something in the back of his mind told him to look beyond the gathered group trying to help, so he did. As if gently pulled by something, the wolf pup stepped out from the surf and some steps forward, looking left and right before turning his head over his shoulder. "Jungle." He responded, innocently enough as if he had not just mentioned arguably the most dangerous part of the archipelago. That would at least explain why he hadn't taken the railroad, maybe.