Noctisardor Bypass Moving On Out?

The gargoyle's presence had been familiar to Cal his whole life. To a point where he could almost sense when he was near. A combination of scent, and subconscious awareness of the male's stride. His lack of introduction and subtle air of introspective thinking did not catch Cal by surprise and instead made him feel as though the one just over his shoulder could pear into thoughts. 

The word content hung in his mind. He searched for its exact meaning and struggled to find an answer. "I'm not sure that's the right word for it... content" he pondered. "Perhaps... complacent though I must confess that today I feel somewhat devoid."

He lifted his paw and gestured towards the smokey pebble his eyes continued to gaze at. "It makes me think of Marble. She would have liked that one. I was always her dutiful pebble porter at her and mother's side... Then yours. It's simply where I've always been" he trailed off saying.