Meanwhile, Raphael remained preoccupied with debating over whether or not he should stay within the same area he was trekking. Casual mutterings, mentions of knowing he'd already been on this path while second-guessing the fact it still was the same path he started out on.

Because talking out a plan was the best idea. To keep his head on straight, mostly. To distract himself from the loneliness of the once-peaceful-looking landscape he landed in.

Despite the pretense of being large and in charge, the turtle of unusual size still had a very distinct stink about him – one that gave worry and slight panic body with a hefty hint of frustration at the glimpses of shadows that continued to disappear the second he looked in their direction. "–Leo, now's not the time for messin' around!"