Let's decide to be the architects, the masters of our fate
The lion seemed to be just fine in this terrain, even as the temperature shifted. The lynx, however, was not. While he knew this was the best form for him to be in at the moment, Noah was still uncomfortable as they clamored through the tunnel. He panted heavily, trotting after Loren's large steps. When the Firebrand stopped, as did the hunter. He turned his head to look at each tunnel, each path before them, and his knob of a tail twitched. Let's true the leftmost tunnel. Noah said, gesturing towards it with his muzzle.
He was not sure what they would encounter in this land, but knew Loren had been here before. What he did not know was how much Loren had explored, or if he knew where Noah was leading them. Have you been that way? He asked, glancing sideways up towards the lion. Surely, he would not walk Noah into any danger on purpose, would he? Noah did not think so. While he hadn't settled confidently on all of Loren's character, he trusted that he at least had their best interest in mind as they traversed this new land.
NOAH
