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Kenai wasn’t the best with his wandering. It’s honestly shocking that the train hadn’t left without him yet - however, ‘yet’ seems to be the key word of the phrase. If it wasn’t for soft but anxious reminders from his friends he’d probably be following the tracks like a lost pup... though, slightly bigger than a pup. Lost bear, more like. Kenai is hairy enough to be one, say the least. If he ever decided to shave it would be a good idea for the train to come together in group prayer - prayer for the pipes, that is. 

Wandering, yes, that’s where the story was headed. Hair can wait for later, there isn’t a shortage of it after all. The tall boy had wandered off, and under some sort of magic ‘coincidence’ and not at all just tirelessly searching before finding it, Kenai ‘stumbled’ upon a candy store. And not just any candy store, no, this one was something out of Willy Wonka. Bright colorful cavities stacked in every inch of the place, and Kenai practically pressed his nose against the glass in awh. All that was missing was a man dressed in a red and white suit, singing some be-bop candy man song in the background while all the children danced in sync. No, none of the children here were dancing, it seemed as though all parents kept their children pressed right against their legs in fear of sticky fingers digging too deep into the candy corn jar. 

Kenai pushed through the door prematurely, as although he was ready to stuff his pockets, he didn’t know 80% of what he was looking at. He knew it looked amazing, and he knew that in the short time he’d been exposed to sweets he’d developed a craving for the stuff - but he didn’t have an endless money supply and he wanted to make the right choice. 

It was almost like a sign, when he spotted a familiar face in the crowd. Sprinting over, Kenai asked in a giddy air, “What should I get?!” 

Kenai heard it just as he was falling asleep. It was dark in his room and he was already in his boxers and a t-shirt, all bundled under the covers. He would’ve gone right to sleep, had he not hear the tapping of water on the roof. The sound of the first few clinks against metal were enough for his eyes to shoot wide open, and it only took a few more for his long legs to swing over the side of his bed and plant his feet on the floor. 

Rain.

Kenai didn’t think to put his shoes on, or grab a jacket or maybe some pants. He left in such a rush that although his exit was loud it wasn’t likely to have woken anyone else up as it happened within a second. He bounded out the door, running into the doorway only a little, and outside onto the grass. There wasn’t rain really all that much up in the northern bits of Alaska, and he’d decided very early on that he loved it. 

Penny hated traveling to destination, more specifically hated the closed quarters of the train. Being confined to the train set her on edge, made her antsy. The young girl stepped out onto the caboose of the train, breathing in the fresh air as she leaned over the edge and watched the tracks shoot out from under the train as they passed above. Leaning back up she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out her pack and a lighter. Smoking had always been a nasty habit of hers, along with the way she'd bite her nails or chew on her lip. But at the moment her lips were sore from biting, and her nails were bitten and raw, so she settled for lighting a cigarette and breathing in deep.