The forest returned to its normal noisy self. Either that or Warja's ears finally stopped ringing. Whatever the reason, the pup became aware of the sounds around her. A host of insects chirped and sang, and the trees were filled with birds and their various calls. A breeze wafted through the trees creating a soft rustling. Even with all the glaring signs of life Warja felt kind of alone and very, very small. She was beginning to realize that it had been awhile since she'd seen her parents.
Kismet offered to walk her home and Warja accepted. "I'd like that very much." But who would walk him home? He wasn't going to go by himself, was he?
A tickling sensation on her leg drew Warja's gaze down. The stick bug was still there, climbing the wolf mountain without a care. It appeared unfazed by the loud monkeys. She decided to let it stay there; it was something she could take back and show off. Her siblings would love it, she was sure.
Turning back towards home, Warja eyed the path ahead. It probably wasn't as long as she thought, but the trip home felt immeasurable long. It would be okay, though, because Kismet was with her. "It's this way." With that she set off, keeping an eye on Kismet to gauge his pace as he'd done to her earlier. The only time she paused was when a large feather caught her eye and Warja couldn't resist picking it up. She wanted it so she could better remember this trip; not to have a token of her encounter with the monkeys, but as a way to keep a piece of the day she made her first friend.
OOC: Warja's last post unless you'd like to continue.
