The Sentinels but through my ups and downs

He felt bad as soon as he saw the golden wolf's face fall; he frowned as he came to a stop, shaking his head. Geez, man, I didn't mean it in a bad way, Zamael said, mouth quirking awkwardly. He usually didn't give this much of a shit, but Alarian's reappearance had made him soft. Who knew how long that would last, this time around. You're a good-lookin' guy, nice, polite, quiet--though the last one's, you know, kind of out of your control, he added, with a grimace and a nervous chuckle.

He stretched in tandem with the boy, though perhaps not as broadly as the other. I think I'm gonna live around here, soon, he said, trying to spark a one-sided conversation. In the bay next door. Guy that looks super creepy but is actually pretty nice is trying to start a pack there.

Why wouldn't he do it? Alarian was on his way to god knows where, and Zamael had no other attachments to Broken Boulder. He'd kept his eyes peeled for Eris, but hadn't been able to find her, either.