High up in the boughs of a magnificent pine tree drowsed the world's laziest burglar. The night had been long and hard - most of it spent eating, which was absolutely exhausting work - and now, long after the sun had risen, Casanova wanted to do nothing more than sleep. His belly was full, his eyelids were heavy, and the sunbeams that streamed through the branches were pleasantly warm. He lay stretched out on a branch with all four limbs and his big puffy tail hanging down. His head was propped up on a knob in the bark. A persistent breeze kept the pine in a constant and comforting sway. It was like being rocked to sleep by Mother Nature herself. An itch on one of his forelegs roused him. Sleepily he raised his other foreleg to chase the itch down, and once it was gone he let the limb drop again. Ahhh, it was gonna be a great day...

Navigation -- Alias Islands

The young female had been wandering further, her gaze thoughtful as the warm rays of sunlight fell down upon her coat. It was a beautiful day, and today she even had the company of No Face. Philomena hadn’t quite expected herself to come to one of the islands, yet here she was… It was a new place. A foreign place, in a way, and she looked forward to exploring it. The trees here were huge and there was almost a mountainous terrain around her. The further she got from the shore, her coat drying {save for her mane, which always took the longest to dry}, the more interesting the land became.

No Face let out a sharp cry before landing on one of the branches near Casanova, though neither had noticed him just yet. The bat hawk settled, shining gaze falling on the female as he spoke up in a sharp tone. “Be mindful how long you stay here. You don’t want to try swimming back to the mainland too close to dark.”

Philomena glanced up at him, giving a small nod. “Right. I’ll be careful, don’t worry.” Her bright blue eyes shifted around, wondering which way to head next. “This island is so strange… almost like a land all its own...” Philly mused aloud.

His itchy leg continued to bother him so he shifted around and drug it up onto the branch. With his eyes still closed Casanova being to slowly lick at the itchy patch. He was mid lick when a hawkish cry shattered the peaceful air. His eyes snapped open and even through a bleary, sleepy haze the bird's foggy shape was unmistakably predatory. Casanova reacted out of instinct. With a startled squeal on his lips, he recoiled from the hawk and lost his balance on the branch. He fell, his claws scrapping off bits of bark as he tried to save himself. Luckily several feet down there was a branch directly under the one he'd been laying on. Casanova hit it hard - nearly bouncing off of it - but managed to dig his nails in and keep from falling further. He was left hanging by the claws on his front paws. With some effort he hauled himself back up onto the limb. Once safe from falling his thoughts immediately went to the hawk. From one danger to another and back again in the blink of an eye. His eyes darted towards where it had landed. Hopefully it was still there. If it made one move towards him he'd throw himself off the branch. "Ah, hello my friend-" he became aware of the giant wolf below and amended, "- ah, friends. Don't mind me." He stole a line from the duo's conversation and joked, ""Guess I need to be a little more careful.

Something shifted on the branch near him and No Face fluttered, head snapping in the direction of the Red Panda as large golden eyes settled on him. Had it been a bat, or smaller creature, the hawk might have been more interested… but those were nocturnal creatures, and thus the little snacks were tucked away for the day. His gaze followed the poor creature as it fell, though he didn’t move towards it, noting that it was possibly his presence in the first place that startled the other. “Greetings. Don’t worry, I’m not here to cause you harm, and Philomena wouldn’t harm a small cute thing like you.” No Face chuckled softly.

“Right, my lady?”

Philomena’s gaze was upon the small fuzzy creature, his tone of voice rather pleasing to the ears. “Unless of course No Face decides to be a butthead and insult you. He’s not always so nice... But I’m sure you’re stronger than that to break to just words.” A smile touched Philly’s face. “Anyway, that’s No Face, or Nobody as he also likes to be called. I’m Philomena. Do you live here, sir?” If so maybe she had found a guide around the place… if she could find something to offer in return.

Others might have objected to being referred to as a "small cute thing" but where they saw themselves being diminished and underestimated, Casanova saw an alibi. If he was thought of as a cherubic fuzz bucket, who would suspect him of wickedness? If it came his way he would happily accept a pinched cheek or a pat on the head knowing full well that sooner or later he'd relieve the pincher or patter of their trinkets. The wolf was on his side, it seemed. In response to her words Casanova chortled amicably. "I should think so, milady. Otherwise I doubt I'd be here today." The bird was No Face...or Nobody? How odd, but to each their own. Casanova was sure there was some sort of story behind the bird's unusual names. "The name's Armando Casanova Rossi," he said with a flourish. "And it is a pleasure to meet you both." As for her query... "Indeed," he gushed proudly. Outwardly he exuded nothing but hospitality, but inwardly the wolf's question made him a bit nervous. "Can I help you with something? Anything you need - anything at all! - I'll do my best." All the while keeping a close eye on them.