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"Wyn. Don't go in too deep, now, okay?" But does the little dragon listen? A little bit until he's picking up a scent through the foliage. Marcellus exhales a sigh and starts following as quickly as he can. Wynter is small. About the size of a housecat, really. Built the same as well, minus the tail, wings, and such, but it all makes for easier movement through small places.
"Wynter--oouch--hey, where are you going?" Sometimes it's like taking care of a child. Wynter is that child. When excited, he doesn't seem to listen much.
Eventually, though, Wynter does come to a stop at a beautiful clearing. There are trees surrounding, plant life here, but they looked tended to.
"Huh. Didn't know the island had something like this." A hidden gem, perhaps? OR perhaps not. Wynter and Marcellus pick up another presence.
