Lost & Found

Mikko watched the other male's eyes drift away from him, scanning the area as if he were expecting others to jump out from hiding, but the brute simply waited for him to conclude that they were, in fact, still alone. They're not here, he wanted to tell him, flatly and almost protectively, but instead he swallowed the words, thinking it wiser to let him figure out for himself. That way, there was nothing to give away, nothing for him to latch onto...just in case he was someone he needed to worry about.

Eventually, though, Mikko's company turned his attention back onto him. He advised that he was a rogue, fresh to these lands without any sort of destination on the horizon, and inquired about some sort of direction he might take from...well, wherever they were. The beast's jaw tensed with thought as he inhaled the beginning of a quiet sigh. He'd been lost, too, at one point, and Habari had taken him in, even if just on the basis of Shiba's good word...and this male certainly didn't give off any of the same vibes he felt he did himself. Perhaps he wouldn't be committing too much of a crime by pointing a fellow wanderer in the right direction. Finally his breath left him. "I know of one," he offered.

"Just south of here, on the volcano and in the forest behind it. They call themselves Habari." He looked over his shoulder, briefly, to glimpse his new home before turning back to Drachen. "If not for one of theirs, I wouldn't be here. But that's all I know." There was the pack his sister was supposedly in, but that wasn't for Mikko to give away. That was for Acciona to share, whenever she decided she was ready.

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