Barrow Fields you're in my bad books

there came some relief in knowing he wasn't alone, that the sensation of being watched was not just a figment of his imagination. it was very real and came in the form of a colorless figure, slim yet athletic.

inky ears swiveled forward at the man's approach, a questioning twist to astaroth's face revealing his uneasiness. slowly, he took a step in the stranger's direction, tail giving a friendly yet tense flick.