Having made his way to the edge of the twisting trees, Martius took some time to appraise his surroundings. As a man he would have much preferred the open spaces that lay before him, but there was something in his now wolfish mind that caused him to hesitate. Though the grove was confusing in its many tunnel like passages through the trees, it provided ample cover, many shadows to hide himself within and keep himself unseen.

He stood, shook himself, and began to pace along the edge of the grove as he considered his options. Clearly he was not in Rome anymore. Perhaps he was somewhere in Brittania? He had not been there himself but he had heard stories of that furthest reach of the empire and its rolling green hills. Still, he was sure he would have heard of a thicket of trees like the grove, as it seemed incredibly large.

As he paced, the scent of another wolf drew his attention, his fur bristling slightly at the sudden intrusion on his thoughts and on his space.

"Who goes there?" the large wolf turned his head about, not willing to have the other wolf spot him first.

It's a hard day's work for someone out there, but not Cobalt. Cobalt doesn't know what he's doing right now, actually. Maybe humming? Thinking of a cool new story? Hunting dragons?

He feels like someone cancelled his actions. He's lost. Completely lost. Fra ga noogie, or whatever it is in Simlish.

The only thing he feels is the stormcloud in his mind, making him shiver. There are whispers now, eyes in the bush, people around. Which is weird, because it's not after dark yet, and they don't usually come out until after dark. But he's in the sun, and the world is visible through the trees, and he's not doing okay.

He hears the other wolf before he smells them. His fur stands on end, less patchy now that Seikii is taking care of him but still scraggly as hell.

"Ask yourself that!" he calls, his voice tinny and strained.

A quiet growl rises in Martius's throat at the perceived insolence of the other wolf. How ridiculous and unhelpful.

"I know who I am." he eventually responds, sizing Cobalt up. He was thin to the point of being scrawny. Young perhaps? He didn't know enough about wolves despite being one himself now to know for certain, though he knew most creatures went through an awkward lanky phase.

"But the question remains, who are you?" Martius moved a few steps forward, large paws thudding carelessly against the earth. Despite still getting used to his new form, Martius found himself feeling very confident on all fours. Sturdy, grounded, powerful.

"And, where have you come from?" he added after a moment's pause. Perhaps that would give him some hint as to where he had ended up. Surely, Rome could not be too far away.

The flies in his head are buzzing.

"I just got in out of New Vegas." Buzz, buzz, buzz. Was that it? New Vegas? His shoulders convulse and his fur stands on-end, as he backs up from the legionnaire, because something tells him that Bad Things are going to happen. "You uh, haven't happened to see anything weird? Out there?"

His mouth twitches slightly. "I'm Cobalt. Uh. Cobalt Steel. And um." He peers around the other wolf. "...No, they're not back there."

Martius is calmed down by his confusion outweighing his irritation. New what? It would seem this wolf was not all there.

"New Vegas?" he drew a little closer, his steps cautious. He had never heard of the place before. Maybe it was somewhere here in this strange land he now found himself in, or perhaps this wolf was in the same boat as him. A stranger in a strange new land.

"I don't think so." Mostly, he had just seen birds.

"Are you expecting to have someone on your tail?" he looks over his shoulder as Cobalt peers around him. There doesn't seem to be anything of interest, but who were they? He wasn't sure he wanted to be associated with someone who was on the run.

"Yeah, like, the jewel of the Mojave? I guess this place is really, really different than that. Must have fast-traveled too far."

He bobs his head slightly, as if there's a tune only he can hear. Spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle.

"Anyway, I uh. I was hoping no one followed me. And it seems they're not! So, just a return to base now. Check in on things before it hits midnight." He nods. "Raisa's probably gonna be worried, but you know, you can't find some stuff back home. So you gotta make the dangerous journeys."