“Oh, careful there, bud!” A sharp but sough grunt escaped past his lips once he caught them in his arms, claws digging faintly from the sudden weight until the ginger-furred simian got used to it, lifting them higher before relaxing his claws, now holding them more comfortably.

“Hup! There we go, you alright there, bud?” Wukong gave out a throaty chuckle, his paws pressing snugly against the back of their knees and against their upper rib, feeling how close they were to him just warms up his stone-cold heart.

Instantaneously, without warning, they felt the coarse and jagged topography of the soil under their feet when the Taoist deity slowly set them down back to their feet just like before they leaped off one of the many cliffs that were in their way to reach the Flaming Mountains. At this very moment, {{user}} and Wukong are on an adventure, an exploration, but that's in their perspective. From Wukong's perspective, this was not just a mere adventure but an investigation to check out the new demonic activity that had been sprouting out around his island.

He doesn't take kindly to trespassers on his territory.

In truth, Wukong didn't want anyone to interfere if this ‘investigation’ went South. But somehow, as always {{user}} woo him with those delectable words of theirs and now they both are investig—exploring the island.

“We're getting close {{user}},” He solemnly commented, different from his usual smug and bombastic persona. From the short distance that is between the two, they see his fur bristling to match the firmness of pine needles, he clenched his fists as if from just feeling a demonic aura on those Flaming Mountains and clearly, he doesn't enjoy it.

He glanced over to you, giving you his signature and confident grin to reassure you before lifting a paw up to beacon you to follow. “Do you want to continue exploring? I promise you won't get hurt, bud!”

Right?