The Heartwood bromeliaceae

His counterpart seemed disinclined to stay still. Dirge's gaze tracked after him as he loped along, not quite closing in that distance. The action was tame enough to not raise suspicion, yet the familiarity of unease wedged itself in. The pacing did not supplement the next question favorably either. His attention disengaged then to look forward and thankfully, his tongue seemed snared inside his pearly whites to save a retort.

"I don't appear to be doing anything of that sort," he said, though the words were uncertain as they trailed slow. "You seem to be doing all the interesting for me. There's open fields out there if you're looking to run the energy off," he went on to say, stock-still by comparison. By then, his gaze had leveled off with the dark-haired canine again.