What comes next?

Sora had found herself in a part of Boreas that she had never been in before, she had walked into the area with tall and tangled trees that practically blocked out the sun. It was a bit colder than she was used to and way colder than Alisa was used to. The tiny fennec was curled up between Sora’s shoulder blades to find warmth in her fur. The absence of sun made the place colder than the fox would have preferred, Sora could handle it from her layers of fur. The wolf jumped up onto one of the branches disrupting the cargo atop her back. “Watch it, I have claws you know.” “yeah, yeah but I don’t like the cold ground either.” Alisa grumbled to herself and jumped off of Sora’s back to land on the same branch and began sharpening her claws on the wood. Sora would just lay down on the sturdy branch and stare off into the distance.