red ripped sun

Bancha could see the displeasure clearly written on his face and yet, his tail still wagged. “I don’t particularly think odd things are always interesting,” he replies, head tilting lightly, his floppy ears doing a slight bounce. “Sometimes when forest fires are thick, their smoke can make sunsets seem really, really red and spooky like right now,” pointing his nose up to the sky and then down toward the channel, ready to give a possibility for the channels when another comes up.

Turning his attention to Jynn, he smiles as his tail goes wagging again. “Investigating! He might be a little scared though,” his lips turn down in a frown as he casts a sideways glance at the other guy. Why else would someone be so grumpy if they weren’t scared?

“I was just about to explain how digging might be a good choice. Mountains came from somewhere, right? Maybe this is the beginning of a new mountain,” Bancha’s brows raise up in question as he looks from the small, cute guy to the long legged lady who seemed really friendly.