Firefly Glen party is over

While it felt like an empty gesture, the shadow found a small bit of momentum.. enough to go with the flow of, and kept him slinking along these once-great edges. He found it only half-distracted him from what he wanted to get distance from, but maybe that would be enough. Better than nothing? Antares supposed, and when he came to suspect that he was no longer alone.. it was easier to slow up, his ears angling back to listen. Chancing some company, and the diversion it could bring, felt a little easier to handle than the feeling of being followed. Making this known, he passed a glance over his shoulder towards Vallkyrie, his subtle invitation for her to join him, if she'd want to.

He did not entirely know what to make of her place in all of this. She stood by Bronco, and remained now as a steadfast presence. He had never known how tied to the forest of pines she had been, and neither did he know what she wanted to see come of this present. Only recently had he begun to sense what he wanted, personally, despite the need to navigate what was best for those he was responsible for, too.

Besides us, it's strangely quiet here, he supposed to the open air, almost sadly, half in part to see if Vallkyrie would respond. It didn't feel right.