Pangaea had been quiet for a while now. He had remained close to Ducky until Anna had picked her up. (He had hoped to continue his conversation with her longer, but could see that she was cold, and didn’t want to push anything on her; he’d wait until later.) Similarly, he saw Cera trying to keep warm a rain-chilled Tricia, and felt a pang of concern for Guido. He worried that the younger glider had himself been caught in the rain, and hadn’t been so lucky in finding shelter. The possibility that Guido was alone somewhere in the rain, while Pangaea was safe and dry in this cave, was distressing to him. Perhaps he was being unnecessarily worriedóafter all, Guido did know the layout of the Great Valley far better than himóbut he couldn’t shake the feeling that it would be irresponsible of him not to try to make sure he was okay.
“Maybe I should go out and look for Guido,” he muttered under his breath, thinking out loud as he often did. He turned to Ducky, Anna, Cera, Tricia, Tria, and Mr. Threehorn. “Can any of you tell me how to get to Petrie’s nest from here? I just want to check and see if Guido’s there.”