Shadewood instinct

There’s a slight twitch in one of his eyes when the stranger apologizes, one flick of an ear. There is little sincerity behind it that doesn’t allow Bowie to respond and instead brush it off as he considers the rest of it. If he had a place to return to, he wouldn’t imagine he would be here. An empty, desolate forest that holds no promise he’ll be able to find something to fill his angry stomach.

“No, but I should just go wherever you came from,” he tells the other with an indifferent roll of his shoulder but there’s a delayed, awkward chuckle.