blood, flesh and bone

He had not wanted to leave the safety of the bamboo. Down there, trouble couldn't touch them. The bamboo was an impenetrable fortress made to keep others out. But... he couldn't just allow the youngsters of the pack to travel north all alone. During the night of the tremors, Kuroo had kept Nami and himself safe in their humble abode upon the shores of Manatee Bay. Even there, they were safe from the treacherous outsides that pounded on their door to get in.

As soon as the sun rose of the horizon and he noticed that it was no longer a blazing yellow and orange, he knew something was amiss. The entire sky was coated in a red that made his stomach queasy. Too many wolves went missing from his life, he couldn't allow it to keep happening. Bidding that Nami stay where it was safe, Kuroo raced after the other wolves toward Boreas. It had been some time since he'd been across the sandy land bridge, but now that he was, he wasn't sure he liked being back.

At the sight of the towering spires, he knew trouble was coming. Whether it were the statues or the veil of reality slipping once more, he didn't like this one bit. Looking around, trying to tamp down the frantic feeling that forced his hear to race, he notices a brown coated wolf nearby.

"Hello!" Kuroo calls out, feeling nervous, his brow furrowing as he approaches. "Do you have any idea about these... things?" He asks, head tilting and ears falling backward as he looks up to the spires.

"Speech"