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Caden wasn't quite exactly sure how he always managed to get himself into situations that involved him not knowing where he was or how to get home, but once again he had given in to his unbridled curiosity, and he now found himself in the depths of a bog that, despite the considerably dire conditions of the situation, he couldn't wait to explore. The atmosphere put his keen feline senses on edge, and as he walked through the thin mist that obscured his vision, his ears picked up on a noise that sounded like hooves, and he wasn't too terribly experienced with these sort of things, but either the sound was distant, or they came from a child like himself. He suspected the only reason he hadn't been discovered yet was the advantage his soft, padded feet gave him...they would also give him a nice advantage on sneaking up on whoever else was walking through the forest, he thought with glee as he set off to find them.

After wandering around for a while and coming no closer to finding the hoofed taur in the forest, Caden decided a change in tactics was in order. Picking out what looked like a sturdy tree with many branches, Caden lept up and grasped as the lowest branch, his nails sinking into the tree as he did. Soon, he was pulling himself up through the branches with relative ease, slipping only once or twice on the moss that seemed a bit abundant. Making his way out along a rather thick limb around 15 feet up from the ground, Caden peered out, trying to look through the brush of the rest of the forest for taur he had heard earlier. As luck would have it, the snapping of a twig brought his attention upon a taur not too far off, yet still too far away to identify through the mist. Patiently, he waited to see if the taur would head towards him.

Caden blinked down at the taur who had strolled right into his sight. 'Ah, centaur,' he identified it, though with the sound of hooves, he had been pretty certain that was what it had been anyways. Still, he had never met one before, only heard of them, so it was good to verify such things. He even seemed to be the same age as Caden, much to the boy's delight. But now what? Looking at the centaur, it didn't seem he was in the friendliest of moods. Looking up, he spotted a flower growing in the tree's lower canopy and reached up to pluck it before dropping it down to the centaur as a sort of peace offering.

Caden had to hold back from chuckling at the centaur's reaction. He often daydreamed himself, but it was entertaining to watch someone else so clearly drifting between daydreams and reality, especially with the backdrop of the murky forest. Ultimately, however, he realized that the centaur wasn't in a state of fancy, like he was, but fear, and was able to bite his tongue because of this. Instead, he decided to flaunt a little more power.

"Who's asking? I really have the advantage here, y'know, I don't think your hooves could climb trees very well, and I've got plenty of branches up here to protect me from your pointy stick, if you could even hit me," he said, his voice more aloof than taunting or demeaning. "So, who are you?"

Caden grinned as the centaur submitted to his demands, though he wondered why the boy was still trying to keep up his brave front. Shrugging it off, Caden turned Connor's words over in his mind, wondering whether he should answer truthfully or tell a little fib to make things more interesting... Well, he was already lost in these woods, and that was interesting enough, he decided.

"The tree says so, says he's been watching you," Caden chuckled. "Says he'd catch it anyways! And I'm Caden," he said, popping his head out through the branches to allow Connor a clear glimpse of his face.