And fox was, once again, away, he had brought his sketch book and went into an entirely different way, in hopes for different plants
"...Hellooooo! Any other plants here-?"
An almost human like figure aproched
"...What the-?"
it was a birds skeleton, being piloted by vines and flowers
"...Alright, I don't know how to fell about that..-"
He took a step back..-
it stepped forward, putting its arms up in a ‘I’m friendly don’t worry!’ Kinda way
"...How did you even get this size of a bird's skeleton then? It's the size of person..."
it pointed to the sketchbook, then making a writing gesture
"..-sigh-, Well this couldn't go wrong i guess, here, catch-"
He gently tossed the book to them, the pencil attached to it-
it wrote
~”there’s an old arcadian ship 20 miles that way, unfortunately the crew didn’t make it, so us beings inhabited their remains to give them new life”~
It pointed west
