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

Komodo studied him quietly – a look of what seemed to be surprise filtered across his features, though the only response the tawny man received for now was the twitch of the shadow runner’s lip. The corner would curl upward at the statement – and Constantine refrained from pointing out the obvious – that he, too, had left.
 
“You’re a bit far from home.” His words rumbled lightly – the gruff of his tone not missing the implication that Komodo didn’t have much room to speak of abandonment himself, given he now stood before Constantine.. away from the island and the wolves that had previously washed upon its shores. He could have saved them both time and simply offered the wolf the whereabouts of Aria – but he did not know if she wanted Komodo to know where she had gone to.
 
And a part of him also did not want the man near her. A very real part of him that would not have been able to look at Durnehviir if he admitted it to himself.