The Prison's Hold, Ch.4

Cody looked at him, his face slightly askew. "Dreaming Island?"
"Never heard of it?" Yang asked him, his mouth agape. Cody shook his head. "Oh well, you'll see it soon."
Cody looked at Yang confused. "See an island?" He looked around again at his surroundings. "I see no water. None at all."
Yang laughed again, except louder, at this, while breaking the stick he picked up into pieces slowly. "Dreaming Island is not a water-dweller. It is a floater."
"Come again?" Cody commanded.
"It's in the sky, Cody, m'boy." Yang pointed out. He dropped the stick pieces in his hand into the purple fire, and it vanished. "We gotta get a move on to get there." The feline slowly pushed himself up, and so did Cody.

Cody's mind wasn't in place the whole time he was there. He kept wondering if it was a good thing that he was out of prison, or if it was a bad thing that he is with a talking Anthro.

They kept on walking through the trees, and Cody started to feel something. He turned to notice a branch slither backwards to its tree. He yelped, running up to Yang. "Are the trees alive?"
"Yep." Yang told him simply. "Everything here is."