Big Salmon Lake wake up, sleepyhead, it's happening without you

Ghost halts. The gap between them kept and it's enough for the shield to remain strong. A hollow chuckle rumbles in his chest.
Miss me? Out of every joke he's heard lately, that ones got to be the funniest. Just like the windwalker, he plays the role of second. Or maybe in Ghost's case, it's more a solid fourth or third.
He's mad; he's tired; he's breaking underneath it all.
You've others to fuck with. Go bother them. He goes back to cleaning his paw.