Altar of Twilight But you misread my meaning when I met you

Dionysus had never liked being alone. Or maybe, more accurately, he did not enjoy his own company. The silence left nothing to break up his racing thoughts, no way to quiet the endless spirals of doubt he experienced quite regularly. Right now he was doubting his decision to be here at all, in this valley, in the middle of nowhere.
Home was somewhere far behind. But he knew he wasn't safe there anymore, and he was beginning to suspect that he never had been. So Dionysus could not turn back. He only had this: silence as a companion and nothing but the road ahead to look forward to. Sometimes he would run into someone, and sometimes they would chat. Never more than that. So when he saw someone in the distance, a dark figure sniffing around the valley, he didn't get his hopes up. He stopped and chuffed politely, waiting to see if the stranger was interested in chatting. If not, he'd move on.