Whitewater Gorge run boy run

Pale milk and gray fur slung from side to side, traveling with the breeze as the body carrying its weight wove within the gorge.

Voices held in the once silent air, drawing in Virion's attention.

When close enough, the man came to recognize both.

With a devious and crude grin, he drew closer, tail swaying behind him.

So you've met. Good. No need for myself to implant introductions. Pointless... too much conversation and withheld lack of discipline. In other words, Virion was telling the both of them to shut the hell up.

He'd been near long enough to hear the majority of their words. Never much one for overly lengthy conversation himself, listening to others was just as infuriating.