The youth sat down amongst the ferns next to his fellow mammals. He held out Way to the Dawn, letting it vanish in a flash of blue sparks. "I guess none of us are what we looked like back on the ship, huh?" He sniffed the air a little, noting he could faintly detect the scent of darkness on his hands leftover from using Dark Firaga. It was a vile scent, but strangely one that made him feel almost nostalgic, missing using that balance of light and dark. It'd been some months since he'd felt his Keyblade in his hands, and it was comforting. Still, he gave the two a smile of gratitude.

"Thanks guys. Can't say this was one of my brightest moves."

"The lack of powers thing, I get." He reached out and scratched the plain white wolf behind the ears. "But Perry, I'm guessing you weren't just intelligent as a pony, were you?" He didn't sound angry so much as a little baffled. "So why the big secret?" Could Perry talk?