Shadow Mountain honey, this mirror isn't big enough for the two of us

The shadow-furred boy was not the only lost soul to seek shelter in the hollow. Earp, too, slipped into the shadows in pursuit of solace. It wasn't that the stranger had slipped past his notice. Few things did anymore.

He didn't mind company just then, though. A flash of ultramarine eyes upon the boy was the only true acknowledgement he received; even in his most social of moods, Earp was often a silent creature. He settled with a slow, good-natured sway to his tail, opting to groom the rainwater from his fur rather than shaking it off. He knew how to be polite company, after all. Sort of.