In the land of obscurity

Cathaoir! It was odd, surprising...scary how bright he felt inside at the thought of knowing that boy's name. He had to take a breath to help ease his beating heart and the weird...sensation. He didn't understand it, and for a moment his brain flipped over to a more...psychological standpoint. He tried to analyze his behavior, his feelings, this strange...sensation in his chest, but there was no passed precedence, there was nothing to compare. He had never felt so...strange. Like...light. It was the only word he could describe it. He sighed softly to himself, shifting on his paws and glancing down at the grass at his toes. The silence that settled between them was thick, nearly stiffling. He had to lick his lips to try and allow himself some relief from the thick silence. And then he heard the boy's voice again. Quickly glancing up, he smiled softly then. With a small nod, he'd glance back towards the grass. "Y-yes...I b-belong to Ab-baven.." He said softly. "I w-was b-born th-there...I-it's a v-very n-nice pack." He nodded then before clearing his throat. This was far too awkward, far too stiffling. This was no way to make friends! And something inside of him told him he should make friends with this boy, or he'd be missing out on something wonderful. So he'd lift his head back up to him, a small smile twirking up his lips. "I-I h-have t-to h-hunt-t fo-for a c-cert-tain h-herb o-on th-this m-mountain...w-would y-you m-mind j-joining me? I c-could use th-the c-comp-pany..." He said with a sweet smile, hoping the boy would join him as he trekked the volcano. He didn't want to part from him just yet, but they needed something to distract themselves in some way in order to get more comfy. Or so he hoped.

"Burn Baby Burn" | "Italian"