Pallet Town | Late Morning | 104
"I meant that we need Kaleo's strength to move anything," Akamu explained. "Especially if we get that wagon. And he can't exactly do anything from out front. I was asking if there was a gate to the backyard we could all go through and then you and I can slip in through the back door while Isolde and Kaleo wait in the back where there aren't as many-"
He paused for a moment to do something Oliver had done many, many times: scent the air. Out of paranoia, Oliver did the same.
Nope, nothing but the smell of ashes. Unease made his gut twist. Even if nothing catostrophic happened, could he ever really feel at ease someplace where his most basic line of defense didn't work?
"-open spaces..." finished Akamu, trailing off.
Oliver winced. Oh boy, he sure could understand the anxiety around that.
Open spaces and an overpowering scent to mask every other scent around him. The worst combination.
Kaleo nudged his friend and leaned down to whisper into the puppy's ear, the other boy taking his words into consideration before adding, "Look...I'm not... We said we'd help, right? I'm not trying to move in on anyone's turf. I just want to find our trainer and go home. That's all."
What? But nobody thought they were...?
Isolde handled it with far more grace than he ever could have. "That's fine, Akamu. I wasn't thinking that at all. I just... wasn't sure what you meant. I'm sorry, I'm still learning."
Wow. She was so good at this. A knot or two in his chest loosened. She was a good leader. They'd be okay.
He almost didn't realize she was speaking to him and he jumped a bit as he did, hastily snapping his gaze over to look her in the eye. "-I was planning on staying outside. But Akamu has a good point. So let's see if we can find the 'gate' he was talking about."
She wasn't mad. Okay. Okay, good. He nodded and went around to the side of the house, sighing in relief. As he'd suspected, the gate wasn't hard at all to find. Or, well, what was left of it. The fire had evidently been stopped while in the process of eating the fencing, because it still stood but only partly. The part facing them was scorched, with parts gone all together. Unlatching the gate wasn't even neccessary; they could just slip through the holes, which he did when the others did.
His face brightened when he saw a shed in the backyard. It wasn't the garage he'd anticipated having to look for, but maybe the wagon was in there. He turned to Isolde and spoke, softly, pointing to the structure. "Th-the wagon I m-mentioned might be in there."