he doesn't know where they are, having fallen sleep in the jaws of Ajax, it was simply the rhythmic bounce as the large wolf padded across the landscape from the eastern edge of the crater deep into the lands of Glorall. The first thing to wake him up was the smells that permiated the air around him, his nostrils crinkle slightly upwards as his head wiggles in the secure hold of Ajax. He doesn't understand the entrapment at first, thinking only that it was the bear come to finish him off. His little paws with their tiny claws struggle to release the grip of the teeth, he wiggles and wiggles with those copper eyes closed tight and almost waiting for him to be thrown bodily into the air and swollowed whole by the bear-creature that had eaten the rest of his family. It appeares that he might be haunted by this dream ideal, it would not suprise even the most skeptical of therapists that this boy will have problems in life. Aren't we all filled to our eye balls with problems though?

When he hears a voice he becomes ridged and stays as silent as possible before opening his eyes up to see the large dark wolf named Weylin and the other named Ajax was still holding him firmly but gently between his teeth. "sorry... I thought you where that creature..." he says in a muted voice, cracked with the need for liquides of some sort. He doesn't know where he is, he's very discombobulated and feels more of an outter body experience of this whole senario than it probably should be.

"talks like this"