Don't Blink

James fell quiet for a long moment. Neither he nor Jessie had known much about Gavroche when the storm hit. They had all been lost to a flurry of snow and debris… It was a miracle that any of them had survived. He looked upon Gav with his blue-gray eyes sympathetically. "I'm sure you will, my friend. I'm sure you will."

Gavroche kept his gaze fixed on the stars above. He flicked his ears a couple times, appearing as though he was in deep thought, before lowering his head and sniffing at the ground before him. He shifted his shoulders a little, the bag he wore sliding down over his right wing, and took in some deep breaths.

"Maybe we could gather some herbs here before we try to find somewhere to make a camp." The winged male looked around. "Though… it'll be touch and go in the dark, won't it? Hmm…" Gav flicked his ears thoughtfully. What to do? Could he really rely on his nose alone in a land that he was unfamiliar with in the dark…?

"If only there was someone around that knew this part of Boreas…"