//I will never get used to these privacy tags. Never.
Calm, eerily quiet, and embraced by night. These were only a few things that described Traverse Town, a small world who's appearance would alert other beings to the loss of another. The intricate town, formed with many layers of stone and host to far too many staircases, was the only bad world to keep around.
"Where are we?"
The voice would ring out in the empty town. High-pitched and frightened, it seemed to be the voice of a young teen. It was replied to by a slightly lower voice.
"I have no idea."
It was a good three minutes before the two beings emerged from the familiar alley behind the item shop. A small fox with massive ears and a sand-colored pelt glanced around, jumping like a Chihuahua at every noise he heard. A relatively small wolf, presumably of the Tibetan subspecies, followed. Though the wolf remained calm, scanning the area in a serious manner before picking the much smaller fox up and carrying him away to... Well, who knows where?