The jungle was in a strange vigil. Watching.
Watching what? Prey being hunted? Are we the only ones who don't see what's happening?
Apart from a shrill alarm call, the world was strangely silent. Even the insects, who usually had so much to say, were taciturn. Turtle slowly backed up against Amber (
@Thing2LovesChickens ), since inquisitive Daybreak (
@danceswithronin ) wasn't exactly being a comforting companion. Or maybe it was because he had a major crush on the little hen. He stepped forward a bit to give her some personal space.
"Hello?" he asked. Perhaps he would find some feeling of safety from the diction of his own hoarse voice.
"Hey, Robin? Do you know where we're going?"
Chickens! Tiny cockerels, no less! Why, even the most benevolent bush was giving him a fright!
Turtle smoothed his hackles, and turned his head toward the direction of the two stumbling youths. "Robin? Frosty? What brought you here? To the jungle of all places!"
The real question I should be asking is why am I
here?