Noctisardor Bypass Will you chase the burning sun in to the sea.

The moment the boy was on his feet, Glaukos was tense and ready.

The second those eyes aligned with his own, full of defiance, hatred, and every emotion that was so far away from respect, he was flashing his teeth, already beginning to lunge.

The boy was smaller and as a result, faster. He was filled with adrenaline and had probably had enough time to plot a course away, or to think of a point of egress for when he was released. In that same vein Glaukos wasn't exactly surprised by the way Anselm threw his insults back, or tried to run.

Glaukos charged after him and could have closed that distance, he could have grabbed at his sorry ass and thrown him back in to the dirt where he belonged, to beat the fear of Heda's god in to him. He could have finally taken that hide and presented it to Druid with a plausible reason to support the decision, and maybe that would have proven something to her that was otherwise lacking.

Nobody thought Glaukos was good enough for his place here in Rivenwood, and he knew that. He heard the way they called him guard-dog as he moved for his patrols; he saw the way they looked at him when he visited his own children; the way they all cleared out as soon as his eye was turned away. This wasn't respect, this was fear and hatred.

If that was all his work could earn him, he'd take it.

The boy ran; Glaukos charged after him until the mouth of the bypass presented itself, and when he knew Anselm had been driven out he rounded back to his land, his women, and his children to continue with the work that must be done.