[He’s a little lost in his own thoughts, but as soon as an unusual sound rings out, Taako stops, digging in his heel and whipping around. What the fuck was that? He’d like to convince himself it was a wolf, or a bear, or something— even if that wasn’t ideal, either, what the fuck would he do against any of those things— but at least that would be explainable. Something he knew how to deal with. There’s legends, of course, of things out here that are beastlike and gaunt and hunt anything that cross their path. But at this point, Taako’s more afraid that sound means he might find Kravitz’ corpse, and it won’t be the answer he wanted.

The anxiety chokes into his throat, and he swallows hard, trying to speak to fill the silence.]

Y’know, I know I uh, totally sound like a white dude in a horror movie here, but please don’t be somethin’ that’s about to chase me.

[He’s looking hurriedly in his field of vision, but not seeing anything definitive, even as the sunset illuminates the wood still.]

Let’s just— make it easy this time, huh universe? Let’s have it not be something terrible. Let’s just find him with his hair all messed up and he like, I dunno, has been unconscious in some dirt for a little bit and everything’s fine. Right?