I Know Where To Start

The world was shifting around him, strange scents were starting to creep upon the lands that had once upon a time only been theirs? and to top if of Ojiṣẹ was mysteriously absent, no word had come from her and Istaqa felt himself spiraling into fear. Fear of the northern strangers and fear of just what had happened to their Oracle? His worry for her was strong enough that the usual blank mask he wore was replaced by a clearer view into his nervousness. Topaz eyes flicking from side to side as though ominous figures were bearing down on him, a frown creasing his brow.
He moved quickly, chocolate paws carrying him quickly through the familiar lands. Only one thing stopped his frantic marching, a familiar form standing among the crumbling foundations. He hesitated, one paw raised in the air before approaching, slowing his pace considerably. "Anti?" He asked, worry pushing through his voice.


"Gbọ mi sọrọ,"