Trot, trot, trot.

The sound of tiny legs patting against a man-made walkway sounded as a tiny lump of blue fur walked along by itself. A little pink tongue was sticking out of its mouth as he scanned the area, trying to make notes on anything and everything that seemed familiar.

As it was, there was nothing familiar about any of it. Everything was very clean and open and so very much unlike his home in the Old Resident District. He was almost convinced that he wasn’t there anymore (because nothing he had read or seen made any sense to him), but surely he was still on the island? Where else could he be and what part of the island could he be on, if he was, indeed, still in Midorijima?

Trot, trot, trot.

He continued to walk along the path, making little to no contact with any humans. Any that did see him took one look at his collar and assumed his owner was nearby (although there had been a few that drove him away). He briefly thought about stopping and asking someone for directions, but somehow, that seemed like a bad idea.

After a while longer, he stopped. Unsure of where else he could go, he sat back on his hind legs and looked around. The wind ruffled up his blue fur and he let out a breath.

“…I appear to be lost.” he said, to no one in particular. “There is no record of a map to be found in this area. Mm…”