Whispering Pines — [AW] A Sparkle of Magic

Ah, good - this feline also seemed to be on the calmer side. How nice that it appeared that practically everyone in this new world so far was at least not overtly aggressive. "Just north," Larkspur said, tossing their head lightly in a vague direction. "With no set direction, I'm merely attempting to map-" A voice calling out from the trees startled them, and the large snake wrapped around their shoulders, earning a defensive 'hiss!' from Folke as they refocused their attention. They blinked, slightly taken aback by the sight of a bright pink spotted cat - intriguing. While the blue horned feline seemed like something resembling a cougar, this new cat (a young one, they think) didn't ring any sort of bells for what it could possibly be. Would it be rude to ask? Or would it be more like asking about Larkspur's eyes? Something of a common question that the young cat was used to? Processing the question, though (and taking in the equally distressed hiss from the blue cat), they obligingly nodded. "I'm familiar with Reed, yes," Larkspur confirmed. Perhaps this was another lost soul who'd been unwittingly rescued by the sword-baring she-wolf. "She helped me fly again and I helped her find her friend, Balthizar." The wolf paused, wondering if they should have waited for the others to explain why they were looking for their friends. Just in case, it had ended up being another situation like Malachi, where they held some form of grudge or displeasure against them. Then again, the pink cat seemed happy - or at least, excited to bring up her name. --- Text. Speech. Thoughts.