Firefly Glen we will walk together until it disappears

yess! had me all awkwardly trying to make a mention of some sort while still tiptoeing around the fact that he's never seen a scorpion so LMAO

Their distance remained leveled, or at least, she did not let him make any unsolicited decisions about it. He was not sure if he should be thankful she didn't dart out of here entirely, or otherwise. Something seemed to give that impression. By the second, though, he liked to think he saw more than just that. 

Not by choice? Antares left his tail to hang and offered a slow, subtle head-tilt to that first. Interesting enough to try to pry, he decided. So what would your choice be? he asked back, knowing good and well that it could be pushing it. So, he went there not expecting much return, a glint in his navy eyes. There was no doubt that she had survived this far, he wasn't about to pick on that. It worked, obviously.. but was it ideal? Lonely? Boring? Privileged by his plentiful family, he had never known less than this. In an official sense, it is still.. newly ours, but this is Firefly Glen. he offered as he swept his dark muzzle forward, maybe to see what else she would say about it--proximity and all considered, with him still not sure if she was only wanting to pass by undisturbed.