Ouroboros Spine take me home

This time, Mordecai backed off a step or two as the pale canine rose to his feet. The information that was initially imparted left him to keep his gaze free from the Russian to scour the landscape around them, though he found there were no watching eyes that he could find. By the time they had gotten to introductions though, it seemed as though his weary counterpart was not as bothered by whomever it was that had been giving him chase. Had he thought he had found safety in their home? Mordecai inwardly soured at the thought, on the basis that he had no idea what he could have been harboring.

“Who is chasing you?” he prompted, not bothering with introductions himself. In spite of the deference he found Dijax displaying, Mordecai could not avoid the hard gaze that evolved in place of concern. He was unnerved and caught completely off-guard by the predicament that he found himself in. The questions sought their answers and the temptation toward speculation was hard for him to avoid.