Uhhhhhhh

Cygnus whole-heartedly agreed with Sucre. Wolves were fine, he supposed, but cats just were more familiar and comfortable to be around. At least the other feline couldn't easily reach over and scruff him like a bigger wolf could- not something that'd ever happened to him, but he couldn't help but be wary of it anyway for some reason. That was probably just his survival instincts talking, though. He liked being alive way too much to let anyone else get close enough to hurt him.

Giving his head a little shake, he listened to what Sucre had to say. "That's what this land is called, then- Boreas?" Interesting. Boy, did he have a lot to learn still. The other feline seemed rightfully confused and a little on-edge about this place, which made Cygnus start to think maybe he ought to be, too. He had no idea what sorts of lands and happenings were normal around here, but apparently this was far from the norm.

The whistling sound that followed was eerie enough on its own, though Cygnus followed, gracefully hopping onto one of the leaning spikes. Its surface was solid, clearly not something either of them could make topple over.

"Eerie's one word for it," the lynx remarked with another flick of his tufted ears. "Name's Cygnus. You think this place is dangerous or somethin'?" He'd ask, wondering what she thought of it all. He knew he was naive when it came to these lands, and he had no shame in fishing for as much information as he possibly could.