It is the softest click of his tongue that communicates his mild disappointment. They are both at a loss, it seemed. For where Raelan had expected to feel the brisk wind, cool and iced against his skin, it was the warmth of a summer day that greeted him instead. Where he expected to see the mounds of pearlescent snow, picturesque against a glistening burning sun, he was met with blades of grass and rolling hills instead. The scenery had shifted like magic, right before their eyes.

He prowled a few steps closer as a pale gaze glided toward the woman’s own. Care to explore with me? He asked.

Although Raelan would not wait for an answer before his paws would take him further, his nose twitched along a newly found onslaught of honey and sweetened dew. He smelled fruits in the distance, and be it his own grumbling belly or mere curiosity, he was determined to find the sweet-smelling source.