Rostov looked at Frey, and then Gro, then Frey again before stumbling off. "... Chasma's westward from here, just in case you two get lost." He hooted, disappearing into the forest of Fuera. "... Never thought I'd see a Cerberus in the flesh, lucky me I suppose." Rostov chuckled, continuing his way through the forest and to the heart of the beloved forest.
Meanwhile, Rostov had made it back to the World Tree and slipped through a couple of spaced out roots and into a hidden den of some sort. "... Hole, sweet hole." He murmued, rolling onto what appeared to be a whole pile of moss and feathers; a bed, and slept.