Firefly Glen but if we go, we go together

Antares thought he could smell the seaside on her fur, among other things, and judging by her expression, he wasn't getting his hopes up. Pretty rough warranted a solid frown, but a slow, understanding nod as the rest of what she said set in. He was trying to steel himself for it all, too, and still didn't know what to do with any apologies besides try to deflect them.

It's.. okay, he sighed, speaking deliberately as he mustered himself along the way and tried not to look away from her. I haven't found anything either. Not even a hint, the dark Ostrega added. If anything, he only had more questions, and continued to find more lose ends. Did he... say anything to you before he left? About anything? Antares licked his teeth, sort of hating asking so simply, but he had this fear that Atlas didn't want to be found, and neither had he been able to properly touch base with his brother before his flight. Selfishly, his own grief had ruled him then.