His paws scampered against terra firma, his tail lashed behind, like a serpent striking for a kill. His brute physique would move briskly, displaying extreme ambition for his objective- find a place to call home. The search had lasted for nearly three months, and it seems to last much longer if he resumed with this attitude. Even when Ursula was alive, he struggled, she struggled, they struggled. And after she gave up the ghost, his struggle spiked. And food became limited, but the food he could acquire held his life together, how more grateful could he get? Quietly, he shook his mind free of these bleak memories, as much as he missed his mother, he'd better yet survive then mourn."What exactly is this place?" He would rise with his head, and halt his feet and survey the prairies that had stretched out this world as quick as the sun had emerged from beneath the treeline behind him. Spring, at last. Speech

Bounced through the prairie with a little grin upon her lips. Her eyes were shut. She was peaceful. The little girl enjoyed running and bouncing. Her paws thudded upon the ground. Her tail swept behind her quickly. Though, she heard a voice. A males voice. She suddenly stopped and got low to the ground. Her sunny orbs flicked around, terror was thick within her orbs. She gulped and watched her surroundings before a brown Wolf came into view. She watched him like a Hawk. The large white Wolf slithered closer, she heard his question. Was he asking her? Was there another Wolf around? Kodda went wide eyed and got a tad bit closer. She was bout ten feet away now, within the brush. Kodda closed her eyes for a few moments before she opened them quickly. "T-this is a Prairie.." Her voice was so tiny and soft. She was delicate, though within that cursed mind were thoughts no one should ever think. Speech,

His tail triggered up once he heard an unexpected answer, it immediately spiked upwards, as would his fur."Show yourself,"He would murmur from under his gritted jaws, and observe from under his narrowed eyes. His words were shallow but detectable for any one close by, at least for the stranger that was currently stalking him. His eyes would shoot a glare at every given point; his surroundings seemed fine, there were rustles here and there between the bushes, but they all acted naturally. He would not snarl, the voice he had just heard was exceedingly innocent, was it not? But that, by any chance, did not mean he wouldn't let his guard up. This world is full of surprises, and he has seen enough for a lifetime. Stalking was a process used to watch prey without detection, and that leads to the stalker thinking of him as one. Gibberish. "I won't speak again.."

The girl was crouched within the brush. The man was angry, she could sense it. His eyes were engulfed in slight agitation. She frowned deeply, Kodda did not wish to displease him. He spoke and she flinched with each word. The girl sunk deeper into the grass and covered her eyes with her paws for a few moments. She calmed herself down, though the voices were loud. The pristine girl shook slightly, shuddering. Her ears flickered slightly, she slowly calmed down. She decided she would rise before he grew more angry. The white woman went to her paws and made herself known. She stood tall in the grass with her head down. Kodda dipped down in a gentle bow. She took a long breath before her voice was let forth. "Sorry.. sir." She let her upper body rise again. Kodda looked to his eyes with her broken citrus orbs. "My n-name is Kodda." Speech,