Altar of Twilight and our time is flyin'

yess!

For a good, long while, he did not know he had company. His mistake despite knowing better, but in his distant headspace, one that was trying to occupy several places at once and not understanding half of them, he felt fogged out in his own consciousness--this, too, was just another side effect, he presumed, of the events and stress of lately. Although never aimed at him, not yet, he was still catching some of the fallout, and he was just in tune enough to know it was bothering him.

But, he swallowed thickly and moved onward, paw after paw, even when the creeping suspicion started to come lurking on him that he was being followed. Not more than a prickly feeling under his skin at first.. but, one that was definitely not to be ignored--not when it was Hydra who appeared after the fact.

As he turned his head to see her, and the sway her tail gave, he keyed in quickly enough. He had missed her, oddly. She had been around, so he had of course, yet everything happening kept a distance between them lately--however he could say the same for much of his family, sadly. Since Charon had planted doubts in his head that he wasn't as put together as he should be, everything had been a strange blur where he was still trying to see better. Although his ears angled back in deference, he shelved as much of his wary unease as he could, and instead would be glad for her distraction. Whuffing back as if to say hey, his voice lowered into a chuff too as he felt torn on if he was meant to keep going as she had come in beside him. It was tempting, so only for a pace or two did he slow up.

After that flicker of a hesitation, he kept going--bolstered by his sister's familiar company helping serve to ground his wandering head. He moved lighter, looking for better. Are you going somewhere? he asked with a lingering glance her way. Maybe she had a plan that he just happened to be in the middle of, or maybe he was the plan in part?