The wagon train

Vlax and Ulkar see three figures, a wolf, a wolf beastfolk, and what appears to be a fox beastfolk. Raggy, the wolf beastfolk, has Ro, the actual wolf whimper at his legs. He is got a hand on her to not loose track of her. Raggy is simple dressed in greens, browns, and grays. He loose fitting clothes flowing in the wind. Look Seren, people!!!

Ulkar is a stocky human with curly dark hair and a soft face and stands 5'7". He dresses for practicality, but not as a woodsman or scout. There's little pockets all over his clothing giving him quick access to little tools and parts. He always seemed somewhat out of place being away from the group as a scout, but he hasn't shied away from work that needed to be done yet. Ulkar hears Raggy call out, squints his round eyes and puts his flattened hand along his brow as he looks into the fog bank to see the source of the sound.

Oh Gods! Vlax look! Someone else who's in just as much of a pickle. I like our odds more as a team of four than a pair.

Ulkar calls out to Raggy and Seren:
Ho! Any idea how to get back to the caravan?

Ulkar moves to the edge of the cloud he's on towards Raggy and Seren while waving a hand back and forth overhead.

Ulkar's eyes go wide and his brow raises as he says to himself
oh my, those beasties over there are extraordinarily cute right now

Ulkar shakes his head and looks around for either some peice of land, structure, or some indication where the planes seem to be crossing each other.

Seren takes a deep breath, smelling ozone and rain. She allows the roaring thunder and curling clouds to clear her mind.
After a moment she reaches into her pouch and draws out a dry leaf, crumbles it in her hand and releases the litter into the air. With slightly glowing eyes she will attempt to divine a path forward.

Now that they found more people can are on solid cloud, Raggy will crouch down beside Ro to comfort her. As he sees Seren release crumbled leaf he would like to attempt to follow it to see if it follows a certain way in the wind.

Ulkar catches sight of the remains of the leaf as it twirls and notices the unatural movement. He calls out to the others:

wha . . . What was that?!

He points in the direction of the leaf while starting into a jog in the direction it "pointed".

Did you do that? Do we . . . do we follow it?

Ulkar asks this but doesn't wait for a response. He starts bounding that way while looking back to see if the others follow as well.

I agree lets move. Raggy starts moving that direction

I'm right behind you. But we should move as quickly as possible. There's no knowing if the path out of here will shift. Seren begins to jog along with Raggy and Ro.

Those things do not look friendly. nothing has been friendly around here. Dang clouds are disappearing from under us, thunder trying to blow out my ears, and now the lighting wants to SHAKE MY HAND!! This is not what i joined this caravan for ladies and gentlemen! No sir!

Ulkar turns towards the figures, remaining in an athletic/crouched stance with empty hands, ready to move as he calls towards the figures in a pleading tone as if he's exhausted and had enough of today.

What do you want from us?! We don't even want to be here. We're just trying to get home!

You fool! They want to hurt us. Don't stop unless you get injured! Stick together and keep moving

Do we stand a chance outrunning lightning?? Still, Seren trusts Raggy's instincts and surges forward with him. However, she does double check that her dagger and and leather pouch are accessible.
Keep up fellows! Lets see if we can't put some distance between us and them

Ulkar sees Vlax doubled over grabbing at his ears. Thinking he's been deafened or otherwise confused, Ulkar grabs his partner's hand to pull him along with the rest of the group.

C'mon Vlax, stay with me, shake it off! Hopefully between us and our new friends we'll be able to find a way back

Vlax is mature middle-aged adult human, and he wears what was once a fine tweed vest suit, now a bit tattered with small stitches and a few patches. It fits snugly over what looks like might be leather armor. A dark charcoal gray weathered cloak covers a belt full of pouches and pockets, bulging with trinkets and baubles. He has a shortsword sheated at oneside and a shield on on arm.

Shaking out of a sort of daze, he blurts out, "We gotta move. Away. Fast. Time for chit chat later." and he follows in behind the others.