[Firepaw slow-blinks a confirmation, and pauses to wiggle his haunches before jumping up onto Six's back. It still comes with a bit of scrambling, and quiet 'sorry's as his claws dig into Six's scales, but he tries to make himself comfortable up there.]
You all know where we're going, right? [His nose wrinkles.] I can't smell anything except salt out here.
Drak-lost
You all know where we're going, right? [His nose wrinkles.] I can't smell anything except salt out here.