Blackfeather Woods Never be like you

O’Mally hadn’t gone far, not wanting to leave his partner behind. It’s sooner rather than later he joins him. He hears his deep, accented voice from beside him and the presence of the large dog.

His white blue eyes shift over and he a smile tilts his lips upwards at the sight of his friend. When the larger of the two brushes his shoulder against O’Mally’s own pale one he bumps him back smoothly. Humming to his question, he looks back out into the vast landscape before them. 

“No, but the way will be shown to us soon.” He hums cryptically.

Only then he hears a high pitched whining. His ears swivel, as does his head, as he looks around. Brows furrowing slightly until he finds who makes the noise. His brows raise softly at the animal his eyes land on. 

Oh. How beautiful. That is most definitely a dog. 

“Andrés.” He calls to his friend. “That is a sign, no?” He chuckles and begins heading in their direction with a friendly chuff. 

He lowers his head some to appear non threatening and brings that disgustingly handsome smile back to his face.

“You are like us?” He says to them — this stranger. His eyes roam over their form appreciatively — as if enraptured that they got lucky enough to find another like them so early on in their travels.