"My feet hurt!" Dinah complained, when she wasn't in the best of moods the worst of her family traits came out, Pip had noticed, still she was loads more agreeable than Cera or Mr. Threehorn, Pip decided.
"Well we've tried the picking you up thing but that doesn't work" Pip said to the other young pre-teen to early teens friend of his, trying for a bit of humor in their very very bad looking situation and when they both no idea if anyone they knew was still alive.
Dinah smiled a small bit.
"Hey look, I got a smile" Pip said, landing on a branch near her.
Dinah sighed, "Pip what are we gonna do, both off sight and news we both know that both our parents are...well...".
"Yeah..." Pip glanced to the side, "but I didn't hear about Kit, or anyone from my mom's side besides Uncle Trip, and off dad's side, well Petrie or even many of the others are unaccounted for, so...".
Dinah glanced over at Pip with a leveled, neutral expression. Pip sighed, "I'm pulling what hope I can, ok, and you still haven't heard about your grandfather or Cera or even younger Aunt Tricia".
Dinah sighed, "It just all sounds like false hope...I'm sorry you had to be out here too".
"I'm not" Pip smiled, "if it means being here for you" he told one of the first of his peers he'd made a good friend of when they'd visited all those cold times ago back when they were both toddlers.
Dinah smiled, "You and your sister's eternal optimism", she then thought she spotted something ahead.
"H-Hello?" she called. Pip flapped up to try and get a better look at who or what it might be.
"I-I'm warning you..." Dinah called, "I got horns and I can use them".
"I don't think it's or they or whatever's a sharptooth" Pip said as he continued squinting to get a better look.