Totoka River a time to be born and a time to die

 On he sauntered, one paw in front of the other other, joints spacious and frame held loose. Komodo’s eyes lingered heavily on the loamy terrain just before him, bobbing along with the subtle jounce of his crown. Long periods of Komodo’s life had been spent doing this very thing — walking, moving, with no destination in particular. He stopped wherever and whenever he found work, or something that proved to be more distracting, but for the rest of his time he drifted and that’s just the way it was. It was something of a meditative action, as he was the earthstalker after all, and maintaining his nomadic lifestyle meant he had to make something productive out of nothing. So the brute walked, withdrawn and at the same time finding oneness with the cosmos around him.  Might as well use this time to commune. 

Komodo did not know how long he moved in this manner, but before long, he was interrupted. 

The medicine man turned his head, ears fluttering against the sound of his own name. Blinking against the sight of Constantine, Komodo to one jaunty step forward, then another. He was surprised, certainly, to see the man here; a man whom he did not know very well. Did not wish to know very well. The earthstalker had never harbored a liking for the man and somehow always felt unsettled in his presence. The news of Constantine’s attrition was not surprising — but now Komodo could see that the dark male he had left, but he hadn’t gone far.

It was a suspicious thing. 

He spoke with a particular flatness. “You left.” he gruffed, leaving the explanation for Constantine to fill in.