ALONE TOGETHER ☆ visiting

[deimos]

Scouring the burnt jungle proved fruitless. He had been in and out of the burnt stumps and trunks, branches littering the ground- and most importantly that char that stuck to his legs, his paws. He sighed, slowly dragging himself and the satchel out of the jungle. It seemed every time he tried to work his way in and out of the jungle all he got was tired, exhausted, and no seeds, bulbs, or life of any kind. Desolate. Maybe he needed a new angle.

As he walked, however, the sound of conversation made his ears perk. That scent on the wind was foretelling- one of familiarity, and then another of.. a different kind of familiarity. Amusing, in thought, but almost gut-wrenching in a foretelling feeling. He picked up his pace, a little bit, before joining the two at the border. He looked between his father, then back towards Roan. And, with that slight amused tone, he spoke. "Roan. It's good to see you're alright. How did the Typhoon fair..?" The question was soft, a tip-toe around the real problem there. He knew it wasn't good.

"SPEECH"