The small wolf walked slowly across the snow laden trunk, toes spreading with each gingerly step. He'd never seen trees of such monstrous size and so many were strewn about carelessly. Brown eyes scanned around himself with a curiosity to what had happened years prior. He drew in a slow deep breath taking in the various scents of this strange wooded land. Eyelids closing as he relished in the peaceful moment.

As Luca's coffee colored orbs reopened something in the distance caught his attention. His head cocked to the side. Meticulously he treaded over the trunk, jumping down to a lower one, and then the ground. The object glistened in the sunlight momentarily before the cloudy overcast consumed the break in the sky. His brows knitted together tightly. He recalled memories of fish scales but nothing more that was as shiny. The young Denahi slowed his trot into a cautious walk as he drew near, nose twitching, muscles tightening. His posture was not overly tense merely heedful. When at last he'd reached the bush and could see the item appeared to be of no immediate threat, Luca carefully reached forward to pick at it with his front teeth. He pulled back gently in attempt to free the object so he could inspect it.

Luca pulled back tensely, muscles coiling underneath his thick pelt as he played a game of tug of war with the bush. The item came loose but not without a few rips in the material. "Hey! Is everything alright? You looked worried about something." He turned towards the voice and blinked mindlessly at the wolf. They looked so similar to his family. The male was taken back by the sight of this stranger. He'd seen another pale coated wolf, Insome, but she had not been another artic. His heart panged at the familiarity and he longed for his little brothers. There was an awkward silence before he finally responded, "I didn't know what I was looking at." He explained, his mouth full and his voice muffled. He sat the balloon down, sniffing it. Unfamiliar scents that he'd never taken in before filled his nostrils. "Do you know what it is? Smells funny." Luca's posture was neutral but he cared not to wag his tail or offer much of a greeting, his attention occupied by this strange new thing before them.

The woman also didn't know what they were looking at. Admittedly he was bummed by this, he had hoped to gain some understanding. Slowly with soft gentle movement he nosed it towards her. His eyes softening as they met hers, his tail finally wagging. "I'm Luca."He offered with a pained smile. She looked so much like the family he longed to be reunited with, but he did not wish to return to their harsh homeland. Losing Inari...even though time had scarred over the emotion wound, it still stung. Others had fallen to starvation, but it was her that was etched deepest into his mind. Nature could be cruel and unrelenting.

He pulled himself back into the present, "I agree...and very shiny." Interesting was a word for it. Smelled strange, looked strange, didn't seem dangerous, and it intrigued him. "What do you suppose we do with it?" He asked her, starring down at the silver balloon. The stranger drew closer, and he paid attention to her body language, she seemed stiff. Like she was ready to run at any given moment. "I don't think it can hurt us." He offered encouragingly, once again nudging it towards her this time with a playful smirk.

Luca chuckled, "These circumstances?" He asked playfully with a smug smile. He listened to her, staring down at the shiny thing, "I'm not sure it could be useful." He picked the strange item up between his front teeth, the broken string dangling.

He stood still for a long moment pondering how they should go about inspecting the item. Eventually he sat it back down, placing a small paw firmly on the plastic. He tugged back forcefully, tearing a piece a way in a strip. He stuck his muzzle into the opening to take a sniff. The balloon tightened around his maw, forming to his nose as breathed in the scent. The strange thing was attacking him! Luca jumped back startled and shook his head wildly.

The man thoughtlessly continued to flail, desperate to get free. His lungs cried out for air. His nostrils burned. His eyes were watery. His vision began to blur. She was saying something to him, but it didn't register, Luca was in a state of mind that didn't allow him to concentrate on anything but the ballon attempting to suffocate him.

He could feel teeth scraping along his muzzle, the plastic tearing away, and yet he couldn't bother to hold still so she could remove it. No, he was frightened. The small wolf kept thrashing until finally one of Siyvet's attempts succeeded in freeing him. Luca stood there, wide-eyed, sides heaving. He gasped for air all the while coughing. The faintest bit of blood dribbled from a scratch, but aside from that he was unharmed.

After what felt like hours, but had been mere minutes, he was able to catch his breath. He looked at her worriedly, "Are you alright?" Not considering her personal space the man inspected her face for injury, "Did it bite you?" He asked while checking her over. He stepped back after a moment, Thank you...for saving me..." His narrowed eyes fell on the ballon, "We should destroy it, so no one else gets hurt." His normally gentle tenor voice held a dark note to it.

"HE SPEAKS"