A cold wind drew a long, chilling design atop the exterior of Pinfeathers's body as he paced the perimeter of the woodlands.
"Pin, she's just a little girl." Scrimshaw blurted put in the midst of his fellow Noc's pacing and intrigued thinking.
"She is not just a girl, Scrimshaw, she could be like us. She could be the reason the us Nocs were made this way- so fragile and delicate. The dreamworld was created by the boy, so why not investigate deeper into our existence. On the very colossal planet called Earth, I would like to believe that at least two people share the same dreams, same nightmares, same realities. That little girl saw me, and she recognized me as Pinfeathers the Noc." With his hands clamped together, Pinfeathers continued to pace the woodlands and discover a way to find the little girl.