Mojave angled his head away as Rancor shook himself off. Well, maybe I just slept through the snowfall... feels colder than I remember, though. Perhaps it was best to ignore the oddities for now... maybe he was waking up still. His second question caught him off guard- though he'd expected Rancor to forget Ferinine a bit, he hadn't anticipated him forgetting that much of the island's layout. Blizzardclan...? They're not... Mojave followed his gaze now, padding to the side slightly to get a look at what Rancor was pointing to. He fell silent, staring curiously at the glow of the fire. Why was it pink? He'd never seen a pink fire before... at least, he was assuming it was fire. The last time he'd seen light that color was in the boxes, but he couldn't imagine it being anything other than a flame... not if this were Ferinine.

Or, perhaps, he thought with annoyance, a large cat of some sort. Mojave scoffed quietly to himself, but the memories of his momentary antagonist quickly faded as he drew in his next breath, eyes focusing on the glow again. There was something alluring about its scent... He couldn't deny that he, too, was curious as to what it was.

Must be. He flicked his tail, staring at it fully. Can't imagine it'd be much else, as weird as the wolves here might be... Mojave trailed off again. He simply couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't Ferinine. The land didn't look right, now that he was facing inland. Nothing was quite as he remembered it... had he hit his head earlier? Mojave shook said head, trying to shake these feelings away. He should be over the moon that Rancor had returned, not distracted by a little snowfall. Even if it was awfully cold...
It'd be nice to stay warm while we catch up. I sure hope it's a fire of some kind... Mojave admitted, pacing after Rancor now. Speaking of which, his shivery voice picked up a tone of excitement suddenly, ears perking up. You're back! I mean- wow! You came back! It's great to see you, I.. thought about our last meeting a lot. Actually, I've been thinking a lot lately, you have NO idea how glad I am you're here. Mojave had been meaning to talk to Rancor ever since their last talk- even if he wasn't certain there would be another talk between them. Mojave had finally made up his mind- he hoped that rancor would notice his harness was missing, as he'd gnawed his way through it a while back, giving up on his old style of life. Mojave was turning over a new leaf! He'd taken Rancor's advice.

Brrr. This had really better be a fire... whoever had made it, Mojave hoped they would not mind their presence. Assuming, that is, that someone had made it in the first place.