His little tail thudded along the hollowed out log at the male’s response. He knew the lake! Oooh boy, Orionis had lucked out with the golden-eyed beast (even if he was still a little scary)! He inched closer, his nose quivering as he studied the dark male against the forest backdrop. His rusted gaze followed the direction that he had motioned to—the same direction that Orionis had originally come from. He nodded softly, committing the directions to memory although he couldn’t guarantee he’d actually remember how to get back. But he did not want to ask the older male for help… although the stranger—Askan—appeared to be transparent with the boy he was still a stranger and Orionis did not know if he could trust him.
That way, he repeated, flicking his nose in the same direction Askan had indicated. Where Shallows Edge? He asked, his curiosity heightening as he took several steps forward, his forepaws now hanging outside the log as he flattened his stomach against the cool wood.