Don't Call Me Stupid Even Though I Am!

Zeuca slowly walked through the woods, his brown eyes looking around slowly as Swift sat upon his shoulder. All the trees looked the same to him, he had no idea where he was going. He was quite lost. He sniffed the air before looking around once more, then walked some more.

"You said this was the right way, right Swift? Are you sure, the trees still look the same to me."

Swift gave a soft sigh, of course they looked the same, because they Were the same, but, it wasn't his fault. He just wasn't as smart as the rest of those wolves.

"Yes, I'm sure Zeuca. They all look the same because they are all willow trees. They're not going to look much different."

Zeuca gave a silent nod, not saying anything more. He had a feeling he had this conversation before, and that was only from Swift's reaction and tone to him. He looked around some more before continuing forward.