[ nike twitches in his arms, as though raven rolling down her window is disturbing her from dreaming about whatever the hell puppies dream about. he suspects it's getting up to mischief with the snowgie — something he envies her a little for, as that's not the worst thing in the world, not even for him — while he remains quiet, trying to not think of those times inside of the mountain he'd had her yammering away, speaking her raven speak and trying to encourage him to put one foot in front of the other. ]

[ he keeps his eye on the phone, glancing up occasionally to look ahead of them. ] What about the wild animals? No two-headed deer? Panther thing that doesn't want to eat me? [ he only knows the animals in the films and those that roam the streets with their owners. it's still difficult to comprehend he's one of them now, with a soft little being in his arms. he suspects every animal to be as wild and dangerous as the ones they've come across back home. the earth here isn't poisoned with radiation, not like he expects it to be, but it's still a thought that crosses his mind time and time again. ] How do we even know what's out there?