Whitefish River Lay your eyes, look up upon me for the better

Deimos is not anywhere near as excited as Fern as he follows behind her. He has his baggage about large groups but he comes anyway. There’s a large collection already. Deimos takes the time to inspect each of them politely as he can manage, his red eyes swiveling across each in silence. There’s a tall woman he has never seen before, several females, one pregnant, and a handful of strangers. Each get a polite nod if they chance to look his way while he’s looking at them. 

Deimos stays on the fringe of the group, sitting a little bit behind Fern. It’s instinctive of him to pull up gatherings this way; just far enough out of the circle to make an easy get away if needed.. which he hopes it is not.