Starglow Basin polvo

He follows Soto, the concept of personal space clearly a myth in his eyes as he remains far too close for comfort. Maybe Soto is simply too slow, or maybe he has other reasons. Whatever the case it would not be voiced.

Upon the ledge lays a woman he has yet to meet, but he barely spares her a glance for Soto has told him to follow. He listens well, stepping around to the join the man.

Looking down from the ledge he feels comforted, the air gently coursing through his fur. The feeling is pleasant, a welcome edition.